An old bit of prose that is probably the most powerful thing I have ever written.


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Raspberry


Insistent persistence of a long hated memory tied together with the sweetest touches of a brand new love. Moments entwine irrepairable damage shattered hopes and aspirations in the night forgotten. Fractured images dancing lazily yet all too fast, panic flowing through every inch followed by the disgust that is his face the disease that is his touch. A shudder a shake, I am an earth quake. I am too tall to be this short of breath. I am too tender to be this beaten. I am too many things to be this disillusioned by one simple action, one simple movement. The lips follow the hips and all is lost with one glancing blow. A breath of air so seemingly simple but dark and horrifying that not a single visitor shall ever trespass again. Stolen life, stolen dreams, stolen moments for eternity. So far away yet you kill me still and I wish the next time I saw you I could scream Why, oh why but it is futile, my pleas fall on as deaf of ears as ever.

The unseen scars are left, the memory already locked into place in with the most private of fears. Forbidden and untouchable the crime scene is still on hold, the murder was never investigated and I don't want to lose this evidence.