tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post9219565760815696375..comments2023-03-21T21:55:49.236-05:00Comments on write away every day: blessedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-83609056133589023192010-12-31T11:28:07.160-06:002010-12-31T11:28:07.160-06:00I was worn.
In the stillness of my loft with sun...I was worn. <br /><br />In the stillness of my loft with sun warming my skin... I could barely move. The ache was tearing at my muscles and moist warm red flowed across my eyebrows and into my eyes. It was a horrible way to wake up. The shadow of a person who did this had moved in silence, swift and purposeful. The blows had come in succession all over and all I could do was roll out of bed and thrash out. And then it had stopped, and I was still alive. I lay there maybe ten minutes just bleeding and breathing. Willing myself to open my eyes. To see if more of the attack was coming. <br /><br />I lay there alone in the shining warmth of the morning.FilmGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09374765133223959198noreply@blogger.com