Friday, June 12, 2009

Round Two

That's right. I've recouped, pulled up my big girl panties, got my Fierce on and dove back into the deep end of the query pool. I'm praying silently, but chugging on, I've got too many stories to drown in query angst. So, for the fun and fierceness, I'm posting the poem I wrote from my heroine's POV:

I Would Cease…


I would that this renegade heart

Cease within my breast

That I might be free of its permanent pain.


I would that this severed soul

Cease its tattered bleeding

That I might be free of this venom not my own.


I would that I not be this beast,

Cease to be that, which I most despise,

That I might not suffer such sanguine savagery.


I would that I had died when he left me,

Cease in my quest for life,

For in the blessed death of sleep I would be free.


I would live this life no more,

Cease the slaughter I embraced,

For alive, alone, my heart howls in silence.


I would cease...

~by Sariah DuShayne, upon the hundredth full moon
copyright AE Rought, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

Sob

Pardon me while I fall apart and regroup... Time to research other agencies.