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Esen · 10-07-2003, 03:22 PM

Breaking for Freedom

When she stepped out of her skin I thought she was kidding me, but when her flesh fell to the ground I knew this was no joke.
It is funny how we never really see the multitudes of germs that glide through the air, but when they hit her skin there existance was more then real.
Little bumps of brown laced with the redness of meat that was tied to her bones hanging there lingering there. What once was a smile is now undistigushable and frowning in menacing fury of pain.
Oh how she longed for freedon, not to be confined within a body that did nothing but strangle her beauty to the surface.

Within the shots of blood that made up her eyes I seen for the first time the true fear, the fear that told you that escape was nothing but a token of fantasy.
As if she just came off a jail sentence of eternity she didn t know how to survive out side of her cell.
The brown patches that now made up the crust of her body ravenous with infection, tried within all of its own galloping horror to restore itself back inside the skin.

In a desperate attempt at rescue I grabbed at the rubbery pile of her outershell trying to make her soul warm once more.
In the midst of panic we embraced ands kissed her lips now apart of mine.
A corset of scabs were now pressed against my belly sticking my clothed flesh to her.

grabbing at the skin hoisting up her leg trying to fit it within.
But the tearing of our mistakes haunted me as for what I saw was actually the shell of her arm.

Her stomach hanged off the hanger of my hands just overdrooped and lifeless.
Trying to fit her in, hide her from her naked sin. Now named for what she truly was.
Hoisting her back up into the seems of her shoulders trying to lock all of the flesh securely inside.

She was now covered and trembling, her outerskin now streched and wrinkled marking her with ages of the old.

Looking at the fire of the sun marks your eyes into a hypnotic trance of blurry rain. And now her vision will never be the same, for she has truly tasted the dirty filtered nector of freedom.
Closing her cell for one last time. she was finaly nestled back in her closing jail.
Returning to reality no more.

10-07-2003, 03:22 PM	#1 (permalink)
Esen TFPer formaly known as Chauncey Location: North East	Breaking for Freedom (kind of a short story thingy) Breaking for Freedom When she stepped out of her skin I thought she was kidding me, but when her flesh fell to the ground I knew this was no joke. It is funny how we never really see the multitudes of germs that glide through the air, but when they hit her skin there existance was more then real. Little bumps of brown laced with the redness of meat that was tied to her bones hanging there lingering there. What once was a smile is now undistigushable and frowning in menacing fury of pain. Oh how she longed for freedon, not to be confined within a body that did nothing but strangle her beauty to the surface. Within the shots of blood that made up her eyes I seen for the first time the true fear, the fear that told you that escape was nothing but a token of fantasy. As if she just came off a jail sentence of eternity she didn t know how to survive out side of her cell. The brown patches that now made up the crust of her body ravenous with infection, tried within all of its own galloping horror to restore itself back inside the skin. In a desperate attempt at rescue I grabbed at the rubbery pile of her outershell trying to make her soul warm once more. In the midst of panic we embraced ands kissed her lips now apart of mine. A corset of scabs were now pressed against my belly sticking my clothed flesh to her. grabbing at the skin hoisting up her leg trying to fit it within. But the tearing of our mistakes haunted me as for what I saw was actually the shell of her arm. Her stomach hanged off the hanger of my hands just overdrooped and lifeless. Trying to fit her in, hide her from her naked sin. Now named for what she truly was. Hoisting her back up into the seems of her shoulders trying to lock all of the flesh securely inside. She was now covered and trembling, her outerskin now streched and wrinkled marking her with ages of the old. Looking at the fire of the sun marks your eyes into a hypnotic trance of blurry rain. And now her vision will never be the same, for she has truly tasted the dirty filtered nector of freedom. Closing her cell for one last time. she was finaly nestled back in her closing jail. Returning to reality no more. __________________ ~Esen What is everyone doing in my room?