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The Torrent


 


She forgets to breathe.
Throttled; a tempest of thoughts 
A raging Tsunami in a millpond 


Waves drown her -
Each stronger than the last.


Streams of words 
Breed poisoned hearts,
Forever marred - granite marks 


This perpetual abyss
Engulfs the stars

Battered she lies, 
Still as a carcass
The torrent of life.





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  1. Unknown13 August 2017 at 06:36

    This is a very good piece of writing! Is this your first try? I am thoroughly impressed with the metaphorical approach to description. Looking forward to seeing some more of your work in the future!

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  2. Anonymous15 September 2017 at 06:05

    I love the use of water as a medium through which the character feels pain, great metaphorical inference!

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