August 8, 2007

My heart has broken
into thousands of pieces
Blood pours from the bruised and
tattered edges of my soul
And pain should enshroud me
yet all I am is numb,
able to feel nothing

Without your soul here
to hold me
my own cannot fly
Without you
I am incomplete
I am lost,
left destitute
to stand among the remnants
of a thousand daydreams

Take me with you
Hide me away
in your soul forever
Drink my tears of blood
My love your sustenance
The remnants of my soul
your comfort…

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.