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She walks into the room, and all eyes turn to gaze upon her. His heart leaps into his throat, making it almost impossible to speak. Beauty is an angel in a white dress, and he can’t take his eyes off her. As she floats towards him, his mind goes blank of all but her glowing face. His pulse begins to race, and the butterflies in his stomach take flight, trying valiantly to escape the confines of their prison. The world slowly fades away, until nothing can be seen but the ethereal glow of their...

A fragile frame rebels against the mind. Fighting a twisted tormentor, that lurks behind delicate features. Big green eyes peer anxiously, into a judge in a gilded frame. Boney fingers pinch, folds of imagined substance. Perfection endangering life. Hunger cut out, by cruel, ignorant mutterings. Words dropped like sharp stones, slicing as they fell. Once bright shiny green orbs, now tarnished, haunted and dull. Fashion media in its destructive glory. Barrages of images, assailing an impressio...

Vivian opened her eyes to the incessent beeping of her alarm clock and stared blankly at her cloud-painted ceiling. "It's Monday," she muttered to herself,"I hate mondays." She sighed and swung her legs over the edge of her bed, slid off, and wandered acrossed the hall into the bathroom. She blinked bleary eyes to clear them of sleep. Glancing in the mirrior she made a discusted noise and opened the cabnet. She brushed her teeth and then attacked her sleep tangled brown hair with a comb. Blac...

Spinning, Twirling, Bending, The tears fall in rivulettes down my cheaks, Emotions choosing every step, pain propelling every turn, Dancing away the hurt, Each spin speaks volumes, Each turn brings new tears, Toes sevearly pointed, Trying to be strong, Arms sweaping gracefully, To chase away the hurt, Dancing away the memories, Sinking into a curtsy, For an audience of ghosts, All alone in sorrow, alone in this dance, Expressing my pain, On the stage in my heart.

Short of breath, I stand, Faced with my foe, It smirks, I glare, A searing hatred, It speaks, I snap back, It is not pleased, Hand lashes out, a stinging red mark, I stumble back, It yells, walks toward me, makes a move, I fight back I cannot loose, To loose means violation, A loss of self, I swing wildly, Connecting with Its nose, Blood drips down, It kicks hard, Seering pain, I clutch my ribs, We circle, Fear colors the air, I search for an escape, A voice calls Its name, It is distracted, ...