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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I wander down a cobbled street, sodden from rain, heckled by whispers revealing secrets on this blustery night. They bewilder me in a surge of confusion far beyond the juncture of cursory fright. If this is collusion to drive me insane, I beg deliverence from their echoing disdain; Are these callous voices reality or delusion, taunting me to plunge into depths of despair? There is no hope of suturing my wounds, or to eviscerate my harrowed heart. If I could expunge them from my mind would that ease the grief caused by the thief who's bent on ripping my life apart? Whispers are spilling from invisible lips. How they tantalize me with false accusation. My emotions are bereaved by the goading quips. It's a conceived conspiracy of fallacious blather, repeatedly mocking me in condemnation. They've branded me with hot tongues they wield, burning scars in my ears. Chars that will not heal. If only I could douse memory's flames. I'm curious to know if doing so would eliminate this torment. My body is beaten, slashed by blades of driving rain. Like shards of glass each raindrop cuts my skin until blood seeps from the crux of my soul and life drips away in scarlet flux. I am wracked with sobs, prostrate with weeping. And still the hissing voices berate me. My head is pounding from their petition of jeers. but I've no confession to give, nor act of contrition. "Not guilty," I scream, but they won't let me be. A vortex eddies around my bare feet and my breathing grows shallow as whispers fade. Dawn's warm fingers reach out to comfort me, breaching the darkness on a cobble stone street. June 25, 2018 8 word challenge-1.Fallacious 2.Eviscerate 3. Curious 4. Bewilder 5. Plunge 6. Tantalize 7. Vortex 8. Scarlet John Hamilton~host ~~~~~~
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