June 22, 2012
The crack of the loudest thunder clap roars; my body vibrates with the echo, an untamed longing for more.
The joy washed away; a vile deluge now pouring, the razor’s slash of the cruelest tongue.
Pain inflicted with intent to harm; ripping at my sanity in an unjust tumult of words, the harshest weapons of all.
My mind torn to pieces; this voice carries devastation, wielded with nary a care for the moments yet to come.
A shattering silence; how loud the quiet has become, how lonely this false sense of solitude.
The patter of a different storm; a shedding that cleanses, gently this time in a subtle downpour.
If only you’d count the raindrops with me; do you see – they are beginning to fall…
About Nina D'Arcangela
Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards.
Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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June 23rd, 2012 at 10:05 am
As always, Nina, your words have a way of stiring my soul and whispering to the darkest recesses of my heart. You speak with such forlorn beauty and rouse the senses. Write on!
June 23rd, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Thank you Adriana – this is a bit out of the norm for me, but I’m pleased to know it still delivers the raw emotion I usually write with ;}
June 25th, 2012 at 1:49 pm
I couldn’t have picked a more fitting day to read this, after driving through an earth shuddering thunderstorm this morning where lightning was striking all around me. Wonderfully dark and delicious.
June 25th, 2012 at 5:44 pm
Thank you Hunter! I’m glad you enjoyed it, and glad you’re out of the storm safely! ;}
June 26th, 2012 at 9:34 pm
What can I even say, Nina? Utterly dark and beautiful. Even that does not do this justice.
June 27th, 2012 at 11:52 am
Thank you Joe! We used to play in the rain as children, my brother, sister & I. My mother would always yell at us to come in when the thunder started, but I was always mouthy and stubborn about it (go figure). I still love to play in it! ;}
June 27th, 2012 at 9:13 pm
Hmmm…I simply can’t imagine you being the mouth & stubborn type 😉