My exterior shows no signs of wreckage;

I am a master at concealing my defects and self afflicted bondage;

Do I dare ask is it now my time to enjoy the intricate vessels of my story;

Taste the sweet waters till I am intoxicated with no more worries;

Piece by piece like a puzzle the beginning of metamorphosis finally begins;

The posers expunged from my psyche end on end;

The revelation of my golden light;

The illumination of the shades that have settled in as squatters no longer shining as bright;

As my cocoon departs ways and my true form comes to be;

My one goal now is to find my perfect tree;

My wings now full grown riveting colors often found on the most perfect noon day;

Maybe more like a raindrop hit with the mesmeric light of the suns rays;

Soaring proud with only love to exonerate any presence resembling what could have, should have or may;

My sites now set on planting my seeds;

There is so much to choose from must I only choose one way to be freed?

Who is this I see standing alone?

Why does her heartbeat sound like a hollow hole?

Her tears dating back to ones before her

Carrying their burdens as if she is the rightful owner;

The river no longer running towards her

The separation becoming further and further;

With no thought or apprehension my wings begin to spread , and surround this dimmed light , nourishing it, feeding it and keeping it warm;

Ensuring the growth and ultimate ignition of a flame so bright no one can detour;

My perfect tree on this perfect day

Embracing the oneness many keep so far away.

I'm addicted to it, that pure white earthy mineral that leaves my mouth salivating for more. Put it on a pretzel, put it on a fry, just dole me out a line. It enhances the flavor of all it touches, I mean my God just try it with lime. Tequila shot in hand, I don't mind. What does it taste like? The sand of the divine.

Almond eyes and spilt honey irises,

they pooled so perfectly,

lukewarm to the touch.

Long wavy hair

every curl getting lost, within itself

winding further into strands of auburn.

honey can crystallize

one misstep

her eyes will sharpen

knife gripped

she won't let herself be mangled again.

Try to weasel your way in and a swift stick to the soul is all you'll get.

You'll sputter out just like she did.

She'll notice the hope drip from your eyes and feast on your intestines.

An animal.

A similar power

her attacker felt, washes over

as nimble fingers gnaw into

your snow white flesh.

As she stands

over your gassed up body,

stench lingering, stinging noses,

regret busts her open.

watches thick ruby liquid

pepper from her opened chest onto her feet.

Connect the dots has never been easier.

The feeling of strength now a whisper.

adrenaline abandonment

She lays next to your pieces,

crystallized irises

turning pale and glazed.

Auburn now a dark stringy mess

with a red hue.

She lost herself.

Unrecognizable.

She's dead and gone.

Just like your pieces.

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Filling the word count limit.

I used a website called morsecodetranslator.com

If you want to know what I’m saying, I recommend using that.

I was driving home from work one day in April of 2002. It was spring in northwestern Pennsylvania, a transition month from the snowy winter season to April shower’s, but far too early for the May flowers. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and the rainfall was plummeting down at 1 to 2 inches per hour. I was driving on State Hwy. 6, which is a two lane road that cuts through the rural areas of farmlands and open fields. I was driving about 40 miles per hour due to the poor visibility of the weather conditions. My wipers were on high speed but the torrential downpour that day made it difficult to see out my windshield regardless.

In the duration of the eighteen miles

I was driving home, I remember a small SUV coming up behind me awfully quick. I didn’t recognize the vehicle until the headlights appeared in my rearview mirror and it got immensely close to my sedan. The driver was tailgating me for a good five miles until he decided to pass me. I let off the gas and let him get around me so he could get back into the right lane as quickly as possible. Once the vehicle swerve back into the lane, it pulled away from me and within a few minutes it was out of sight. It must have been going a good 60 miles per hour which was too fast for the road conditions.

A few more minutes had passed by and then I seen taillights from a distance until I pulled up closer and that’s when I perceived something that would impact my life for a long time to come. The vehicle that rode my ass and passed me minutes before had crossed the center line to pass another moving vehicle and consequently hit an oncoming truck who was driving into the other direction. The vehicles were both smashed in like accordions. I began to panic, reaching for my phone to call 911. When I checked the victims in the car who passed me, I found two teenage males covered in blood, both of them were unresponsive. I then ran over to the other victim in the pickup truck, he was alone, same problem, unresponsive but not as badly covered in blood like the other two victims were. I began to lose myself, tears emerging from my eyes not knowing what to do. No other cars had driven by for at least 10 or 15 minutes. I was traumatized, engulfed by agony and my mental state became paralyzed. Were these victims alive or were they goners? I just waited until a Pennsylvania State Trooper medics arrived on the scene and the medics.

When all the emergency vehicles got there they asked me several questions before allowing me to leave the scene of the accident. I watched all the victims get taken away in ambulances. I kindly asked the medics along with the troopers to inform me on their conditions at some point. I prayed for all of them, in hopes of surviving the crash and snapping out of the unconsciousness they were all in. Finally, I was aloud to leave the scene and about my merry way. My clothes were drenched from standing in the rain and I wasn’t mentally on the right track subsequent to this horrific event.

A few days later, I received a phone call from the Pennsylvania State Police Department wanting to follow up with me and they told me some information I was praying that I would not hear. Unfortunately, all three victims died as a result of too many bodily injuries. The teenagers were both seniors in high school who were preparing to graduate that June. The other man in the pickup truck was a husband and father of three young children. When I was informed of that unwanted news, I lost it and broke down in tears. That was a day that left an impact on my heart and my life. The worst thing I’ve ever had to see in my life and it still saddens me to this very day.

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I've been staring at the blank post for at least an hour, trying to figure out how to introduce myself to the world of Prose. I love writing, but this scares the hell out of me.

English was easily my best subject in school, and I've always loved journaling, but this? Putting myself out there for the entire world to see - and critique? Absolutely terrifying.

That's why I'm here, though. I joined this site to force myself out of my comfort zone and flex my creative muscles. I attempted NaNoWriMo a few years back and churned out about 10,000 words of gibberish, so I'm here to practice writing fiction, try my hand at poetry, and say the things I never said out loud.

Hello, people of Prose. Please be gentle.

I can't write it

in a story format.

I have to use the

metaphor and line breaks,

because it seems too close.

Too too close.

I don't scream into a pillow.

I don't punch walls.

Because I don't want to leave evidence

of my pain.

If no one can see it, it isn't real.

It isn't real.

IT

ISN'T

REAL.