ONE DAY by Stephanie Bennet-Henry

Torture chamber

A poem by S. (to C.) You came like an unexpected quiet winter storm in December. Wrapped me in soft white blankets. Made me drift away with you to this sphere where you ignited the idea that my heart could finally warm itself on this small fire you lit inside this dark windowless cabin that is my torture chamber. Its brightness shone softly on all of my bruises & scars and it had me almost convinced that this cabin isn’t a prison, but a beautiful and safe space for us. Your lies caressed me gently, until I felt a sting which reminded me that me & fire were never friends to begin with. A look in the mirror is what you gifted me. I fell as I recognized our disfigured souls. We both were victims and executioner, though killing others never was my strong suit. I cried, I hoped, for you and for me. Our pain the same but oh so different. Its thawing, this blanket you wrapped me in. The flame extinguished by fate cause it had already written that we should never be. Leave me here in my cabin, like the rest of them did, in my torture chamber. Take hope along, as it isn’t meant for me either, I don’t want it anymore. This is the place where I am destined to stay and decay in silence, in my own ruins.

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Mourning the Loss of My Muse

Maybe some of you might have heard my voice before and might remember me. (Or not, doesn't even matter.) I haven't really recorded a whole script in, oh boy, I think almost 2 years now. But recently I stumbled over this incredible piece written by the absolute treasure LittleLadyofT. These words moved me to my core and already halfway through reading, I just knew I had to pick up my mic again and give this a spin. The connection I felt to it was as intense as the writing itself and I cannot begin to tell you how much I loved every word and emotion it made me feel. Hopefully I was able to do the dearest Lady's words some justice. Feel free to listen to my version of this beautiful and bittersweet memorial. Summary: This is a romanticized journey into the mind of an artist reminiscing and trying to come to terms with the loss of an exceptional muse. It’s never really this dramatic…or is it? ----------------- Voice, edit and sounddesign by myself. Background tracks: For Documentary by The Mountain (Pixabay) Touch and Sound by Juan_Sanchez_Music (Pixabay) Torn by David Fesliyan Dreamy emotional ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay) Awaken by Onoychenkomusic (Pixabay) Introspective sad ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay) Tears in my eyes by Serge Pavkin Music (Pixabay) ----------------- *Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this fantasy audio are fictional and consenting adults. Written by an adult, performed by adults, and only to be listened to by adults. It is expressly forbidden to repost, upload, clip or shared anywhere without prior permission.

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Narrative

Mourning

Loss

Muse

Artist

Creator

Poet

Sparks

Inspiration

Addictive

Soul Searching

Exploration

Abandoned

Emotional

Grief

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