Nights on the Soul©

a novella by Nina R. Thrasher

The calm sleep of day I do desire, for the nights terrify me. An endless torture of dreams I wish to call nightmares are simply my own lustful thoughts. My stomach churns with the ache of unsatisfied desire.

Sorrow sits deep within me.

The jewels that once were my beautiful considerations, my innocent imaginings, are smashed upon the floor now. Fate hates me as much as I hate it. I want to walk long hours in the rain so no one can see my tears as they fall continually, dripping down onto my breast. I sit in seeming repose, but all I ever want to do is smoke another cigarette.

And so we meet again.

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