Friday, September 03, 2004
It took an astounding amount of effort for her to keep the pink bow tightly pressed together. And it had to be curved upwards ever so slightly. She didn't even dare to relax her tenuous hold on them. Barely smothered, caustic barbs were fiercely fighting for escape, frantically searching for the slightest hints of internal flaws. With mindless abandon, they fling themselves against the rosy barrier with a marked vengence. Impenetrable. Not even a hint of white enamel beneath. She has remarkable self-control. It was hard-earned after all. Without it, the insidious danger of revisiting past ghosts, would always lurk around furtively. Reviving dead echos that were painfully laid to rest. Incur Pandora's wrath? No thanks. She would rather forsake the petty satisfaction derived from indulging her temper and pent-up fury. Anytime, anyday.
she procrastinated @ 22:34 |
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