I bare a mark by yomah
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Some of you may remember this...
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It started out as a simple date with Anna. She invited me to her apartment for dinner. We talked while she cooked. I drank while she talked. I don't remember what started it. Was it something she said? Was it something I did? It didn't matter, everything spiraled down into a black pit. Words were said that could never be drawn back or silenced. Voices raised in pitch and volume. Screaming started. I became so angry. Angry at Anna. Angrier more at myself. I could feel a violent rage building up inside me. I wanted to hurt something. Somebody. I grabbed a fair sized kitchen knife from the drawer. No sooner than wrapping my fingers around the handle there was a pounding at the apartment door. I'm guessing a neighbor called the cops because of all the noise and loud exchange of words.
I looked up at Anna. The look of terror in her eyes just broke me. I could not believe my actions. She was the best thing in my life and yet I found myself in such a rage that I could even contemplate harming her. Like a dear, tense, ready to bolt, she turned her gaze to the door as the officers identified themselves a second time. Demanding assurance the all was okay inside. The spell was broken. She moved towards the door. Before her hand reach the knob, I had raised the edge of the blade to my throat and drew it across.
That was a couple of years ago. Every time I look in the mirror I am forced to remember.
I bare a mark.
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I don't see Anna very often, I miss her so much, I thinks it was for the best that she kept her distance. I darken her when we are together.
Yoshi O
Comments (6)
A_
i don't know what to say-- but i'm here, listening and viewing.
M2A
Hard and intense moment for an everlasting knocking souvenir.
ARTWITHIN
Violence to self and others is just a total waste. Beside the initial act, look at the lasting effects. Excellent artwork to support your story.
Lashia
holy crap thats one heck of a story. Im just going to assume this actually happened, and Im glad youre still here today to share your amazing art with us. Beautiful and powerful post.
mmirnii
your posts are not like most others out there (detached).. its fantastic to have a meaning behind an image. aparently also, artists along with musicians and a few other creative types, actually enjoy pain and cant function as artsts without the inspiration that pain gives us.. or at least cant be as good as when suffering. i can relate, whenever things are bad, i end up at my table drawing... stay around yo!
lillypad
Truth is usually tapered... glossed over... softened over time... but you just pour in buckets... like a man over niagra falls in a barrel... LOL... I mean all this of course in the nicest possible way. For I was impressed by the art... but this one is just.... crazy... in a good way... I guess... ;)