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Some find comfort in the pursuit of love, wealth, and social standards. I am a dealer of words. The creation of stories that pour from my veins is the only high I seek. Graphic details that litter my brain with filth, deception, and despair create the keys’ loveliest taps. When you close your eyes, do you see the darkness, or is that when your world comes to life. A masterpiece lives in my soul, and yet, is the world ready for my form of art? One stroke of the key and down that invisible rabbit hole I fall. Come with me? #writingcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram

He traced his fingers over her soul, her heart pleading for relief. The ache inside of her core ravishing her with tiny carvings of their memories into her velvet walls. She pleaded for mercy, but he would never allow the heat to dim, knowing the more she needs, the deeper she falls. A finger to beacon, the kitten will always follow, her lips parched for another drink of his sweet cream. Come little kitten, don’t fear the unknown. A collar is what you seek, and a pet is what I desire. One little taste is all you will ever need.#writingcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram

A pretty little puppet, placed in a cage, no strings to bind, but the emotional walls held her tight. He fed her lies, each one more devious than the last, addicting her with his malicious drugs. As constricting as ropes, his words pulling her to the brink of destruction as he tied the noose around her neck. As her soul grew dangerously obese, he laughed with the shriek of the carnival barker calling forth the crowds. “Look at what happens when you overindulge. Disgusting little pig ate all my lies, and now she wants me to save her soul. Jump!” #writingcommunity #writer #writing #writersofinstagram

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As she watched from the sidelines of life, her heart tugged each time he walked by. There goes my world. That man right there was the one who slew all my fears with a single word. Love. He loved me with his whole being, and I destroyed him with one lie. As the city floods again from the salty tears that fall from my eyes, I know the rainy season is upon us. Will I ever get over the loss of the only person who ever told me they care? God is gracious, but the Devil is in control today. #writer #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #depressingfridgepoems #depressionhelp

Drunk at 3 am she knew the phone was the most dangerous form of self-abuse. A few numbers on the screen will take away months of peace and solitude. All she wanted was to hear his voice one more time: raspy, soothing, and the drug she could never cure. Push it. Push dial and get it over with already. The fight in her head waged war between that familiar Angel and Devil that sat on her delicate shoulders. Tonight they weighed heavy and desired relief. Push it just one more time before you hit that final erase. Are you scared? #writer #writingcommunity #writing #writersofinstagram

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