I never meant it…
When I said I wanted to be alone…
Yet here I am in the gut of the earth, bounded by time-eaten stones.
I told you.
Though in different words. Like “I can’t go on anymore.” Or “I feel so hopeless.”
Even in bed as you shuddered on top of me… my spasmodic moans laced with stifled pleas. Help me.
If you listened, you would’ve heard how my slippers sighed sadly against stone.
Yet… I was alone…
When I embraced death and it embraced me…
When I sobbed and my head throbbed… and the darkness took me.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano
Beautiful sounds and rhythm in this very mysterious piece. I definitely feel for her.
it’s really weird, the photo made me think of being alone and surrounded by stone. lol thanks 🙂
Sad and fantastic
thank you. silly me, i forgot to add myself to the blue link thingie ^^
🙂 I have done that before
Very sad, and some graphic imagery here. Well done.
thank you 🙂
A cry for help unheeded. You conveyed the hopelessness well and left the reader feeling desolate. Good one.
thank you. i’m glad it evoked emotion from the reader 🙂
You put a lot of thought, pain and emotion into your story. I am glad to be able to read it as the loneliness you tapped into resonates in me. A moving piece. Very good job.
thank you. i wasn’t thinking much when i wrote this, really. i was just pretty down the other day and needed release. i almost didn’t post for FF this week. but i’m glad i was able to express the emotion. 🙂
Very sad and very well-written! Great work!
thank you 🙂
Kz, the desperation and despair comes through like only you can write it. What a haunting tale of getting what you wish for and realizing the true implications of it.
thanks so much 🙂
This desperation and sadness in this monologue… and I thought of loneliness fist when I saw the picture too. Very well done.
yup, i think it’s all that space in the amphitheater and it’s so empty 🙂 thank you
Aaaaand I’m sad again. Cries for help unheard are the worst of all.
very true. thank you 🙂
I would love to challenge you with a guest post, if you want! Let me know if you would allow a guest post or not! 🙂 😉
hi Hefty Journie. i’m not sure yet. probably not. i’ not too familiar with guest posts, haven’t done one before. but it’s two things really, first, i barely have time to post 2x a week and second, right now, i’d like to keep this blog personal, my own one woman show ^^ lol hope u understand 🙂
This left me with an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think i can almost relate and that is a scary feeling.
me too. 🙂
This is so sad. So full of despair. (The word ‘bobbed’ could be rethought maybe?)
u’r so right 🙂 i think that word’s the odd word.lol thanks
This is dark in an even darker way than your usual fare. How dark can you get? those pleas of help me going unheard, but the bob, and sob, and throb, what did it mean?
my fancy way of describing my headache. lol anyway, it was too vague. i did remove the bob word entirely. it was pretty odd. thanks 🙂
Now that is a dark and cold short story
I particularly enjoyed the line, “If you listened, you would’ve heard how my slippers sighed sadly against stone.” You did a great job conveying the despair of this individual. Well done.
Despair carved out in words. Great piece of writing.
I was really moved by this, kz. I felt the loneliness, and the coldness of the stone. Well done.
Hi kz, a very sad story, well done, enjoyed it.
You’re ripping my heart out with this one. Some great lines, especially the ones about being in bed and the slippers sighing. You always come up with great stuff! Ron
You never cease to amaze me with your writing expertise. All those cold, hard surfaces depicted in the photo bring about morbid thoughts. It sounded like she’d suffered so much.
so sad kz and so well written
Out there and depressing. Something I should have thought of!