Heart Sounds (Murmurings)
Author:. Brenda-Lee Ranta 💓
An excerpt from my new release!
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It seeps in, a constant drip which bows the canvas of the psyche, the weight of it finally permeating within, filling each crevice. Resilient but not invincible, she bowed to it, conceded to it, till, from the strain, from the constant drip of it; she became flawed.
Try as she might to return to former innocence, where anything was possible, she was irreparably changed, distorted where straight lines used to be, they curved into ugly places, blocking out her light. Never throw rocks at what seeped in; she tried to recall innocence.
There are tears in the dark, while blocking out the voices, from a steady drip of the subliminal messages; that her clean white canvas received. There are tears through the years, as clarity fades the truth of it, that someone else spread the disease of it, steady drips, bowing her canvas ‘Hug your knees tightly, rest your hollow cheek upon them
Hold yourself lovingly, for you alone, are not the artist of your chaos, you did not turn on the tap to the dripping, which left you sodden.Comfort yourself with knowledge that you were a white unblemished canvas.’ He licks at his wounds, this spurning wrath that grew within him, grinning through gritted teeth, not quite a grin or a sneer; but rather contorted gestures which would leave his twisted face, spittle flew with each contemptuous word he spoke; it laid heavy on the canvas of her psyche, seeping in, spreading slowly. ‘he cries in the dark for himself
never for her
he cries in the dark for himself’ © Brenda-Lee Ranta
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