Catharsis

Today’s Author Prompt:

She sang a song I’d never heard, and yet it felt so familiar.

White-hot frustration made me want

To throw things, to shatter glass,

To rip apart paper,

To rip apart myself.

Not knowing

What is in store for you

Is infinitely worse than

Dealing with what has happened.

So I picked up my hands,

Itching to hurt,

Itching for hurt,

And let them feel around,

Like feelers on a fish from the deep

Or maybe the blind.

They found my guitar.

And she sang a song I’d never heard, and yet it felt so familiar.

http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/2013/06/14/write-now-prompt-for-june-14-2013/

 

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