March 22, 2015

I Know

I sit here alone, thoroughly abandoned, and deserving so. Awash in paralytic dread, I mourn what I have not yet lost, but know will soon be stolen from me. I yearn to believe hope is not dying, I long to hold it near, to cherish it dearly. I ache to know some degree of stability; struggle to somehow make it last, even for just a moment longer. But assigned the jester’s roll, I am yet again the patch, never the permanent fixture. Brilliant shimmering trinkets surround me, I see their shine, their gleam, yet I shield my eyes from the pain I know awaits if I gaze upon them. To feel what I have felt, to know what I have known, to watch it dissolve from a distance is a torture I cannot express. I batter my fists impudently against this unrelenting barrier, but again, I act the fool. I can only hide for so long. Reality slams against my senses, intrudes upon my torment, dares me call this solace. This damning truth insists that I allow the glimmer to dim, to see with wide eyes what would be shown to me, that which will be stolen from me. Yet still, for all the anguish, the tears, the pain that will not allow me to draw even a single quelling breath, I see beauty. I see only you.

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. View all posts by Nina D'Arcangela

This entry was posted on Sunday, March 22nd, 2015 at 12:33 pm and tagged with flash, I Know, loss, Nina D'Arcangela, pain and posted in Flash Fiction, loss, muse, pain, Writing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

12 responses to “I Know”

Joseph Pinto
March 22nd, 2015 at 1:09 pm

Everything you write is exquisite, Nina. This is no different. I love this :}

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- Nina D'Arcangela
  March 22nd, 2015 at 1:17 pm
  
  Thank you, Joe. It’s a reboot… but I was feeling it today. ;}
  
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  - Joseph Pinto
    March 22nd, 2015 at 1:18 pm
    
    I haven’t read it before. Regardless, it’s wonderful :}
    
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  - Nina D'Arcangela
    March 22nd, 2015 at 1:20 pm
    
    Then as FOX5 used to say, ‘It’s new to you…’ Thank you very much!! :}
    
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Hunter Shea
March 22nd, 2015 at 3:43 pm

This was so beautiful, yet so hard to read. You are amazing.

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- Nina D'Arcangela
  March 23rd, 2015 at 5:34 pm
  
  Thank you, Hunter. Life can be a sadistic mistress draped in the finest of silks… beautiful to look upon, but unbearable at the same time.
  
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Patrick C. Van Slyke
March 22nd, 2015 at 8:05 pm

Beautiful, you are so good. I have to get back to writing. School and work are so annoying…

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- Nina D'Arcangela
  March 23rd, 2015 at 5:37 pm
  
  Thank you, Patrick! I hope school is going well. All in due time, right? 😉
  
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moondustwriter
April 2nd, 2015 at 1:48 pm

There are those days aren’t there?

fragile are her days
spring breeze taunts her hold on life
clinging to sepia

You are loved on all the days 🙂

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- Nina D'Arcangela
  April 2nd, 2015 at 5:09 pm
  
  Beautiful, Leslie 🙂
  
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The Hook
July 11th, 2015 at 2:17 pm

Unbelievably moving, Nina.
Thank you.

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- Nina D'Arcangela
  July 11th, 2015 at 3:42 pm
  
  Thank you! A painful one, but then most of them are. Thanks for dropping by, and I enjoyed your ‘…as red as his neck’ post! 🙂
  
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