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I could smell its breath.
Feel its cold hands come near.
As my heart missed a beat.
As the words flew from her.
I felt chills down my spine.
As its wretched fingers grasp my arm.
As the nails drew blood from me.
But a whisper caught me in my sleep.
A whisper in the silence of night.
The words lost their poison.
The smell left with no trace.
A warm sensation went up my spine.
As I was embraced warmly.
As you healed my scars.
From it's wretched nails.
And as you whisper in my ear yet again.
My heart jumped in silence.
But my eyes screamed.
Screamed the message for my heart.
But every now and again.
I feel cold chills down my spine.
Fingers grasp my arm coldly.
But I see no blood drawn.
Feel no poison in my veins.
But I still feel the sting.
And the scars left from her words.
Are left on my arm and heart.
I keep them as a reminder of when.
I could smell its breath.
Feel its cold hands come near.
As my heart missed a beat.
As the words flew from her.
I felt chills down my spine.
As its wretched fingers grasp my arm.
As the nails drew blood from me.
But you whisper in my ear.
Without disturbing the silence around us.
That your the healer.
You can save me from this misery.
Erase the scars from my arms.
But I keep them.
To remind myself of when I leave you.
Or even turn my back.
I'll have another scar to add.
To add to my evergrowing collection.
I know this. But yet I don't.
That this is all about words, hearts, and much much? more.
Unashamed - A Christian Discussion Guild
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