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Deliverance
He tasted like salvation and spiced rum as I clung to his arms in the low light. His hypnotic voice swirled between us as he whispered quietly, "My dear, there's no need to fight." When his brimstone eyes burned into mine, I felt my weakened walls cave. And I wondered brokenly to myself, "Does this enticing devil's embrace have the power to save?"
Harry_Situation
Nice microwrite.
JessicaJohnson
@Harry_Situation Thank you! :)
JessicaJohnson
@Amberlight Ponder away. :) To me, most things are not black or white. When I write, I tend to get lost somewhere in the gray.
anarosewood
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IEMnWhT_7c
anarosewood
(that's just a link to a song, that your piece made me think of)
JessicaJohnson
@anarosewood That was stunning. I'm happy that my writing can remind you of something so artistically beautiful. :)
anarosewood
Well, I think in songs ;)