A Pearl Well-Lived
He furnished cunningly, with a devious smile of ferocious distaste that it was scalding.
Maybe he couldn't control it.
He'd blown a fuse, knowing she'd whimper, buckle, and scramble trying to piece him back together again.
She was a pearl well lived, a royal gem hidden in the dust. But her unshakable love for him might destroy her, for his temper was hot and crisp.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
