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    Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower
    Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower
    Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower
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    Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower

    By Jennifer Oneal Gunn

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    Through darkness, the red light shone bright as embers of a fire that will never go out. A rose--the bleeding red, thorny blackness--keeps blooming even when it doesn't want to. It lives, it breathes, it grows, even when the odds are against her.

     

    The final chapter of agony carried for years and years through a field of rage is set to page.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJennifer Oneal Gunn
    Release dateDec 31, 2022
    ISBN9798201170981
    Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower
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    Jennifer Oneal Gunn

    Jennifer Oneal Gunn Was Born January 2, 1979 In Carthage, Missouri, To Parents Who Would End Up The Parents Of Three Children. At An Early Age, She Started Learning And Knowing Her Imagination. It Was Evident, There Was Always Something Inside Her, Waiting To Get Out. Today, A Single Mother Of Two, Jennifer Writes In A Plethora Of Different Genres; From Nightmare-Inducing Horror To Feminine Poetry. She's Studied The Art Of Writing Since She Was Fourteen. She Also Uses Her Passion For Reading In Her Career As A Freelance Editor, Formatter, And Cover Art Designer. Recently, Jennifer Has Also Given Way To Her Artistic Side. She Illustrates Children’s Books Sometimes, Too. Her Titles Include Mystik Legends, Devil's In The Details- Reboot, Fire, Ice & Blood-The Story Of Jake And Holly Book 1(Revenging The Evil Series), The Heart Of A Woman (Poetry), Squishy Face And The Moon (Children’s) And Some Free Reads On Her Website.

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      Blood, Sweat & Tears - Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Blood, Sweat, & Tears:

      The Dark Flower

      Poetry Anthology

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      ––––––––

      Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Blood, Sweat & Tears: The Dark Flower

      Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Copyright 2023

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      Original artwork/graphics by Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Edits and formats by Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Using this work in part or in full without permission is prohibited by law unless written permission is given.

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      Published in print and digital formats in the USA.

      01/01012023

      ASIN:

      Excerpt from The Heart of a Woman.

      Formerly known as Into the Shadows of Darkness.

      "And so, the distorted life breaks,

      Beating on the shore,

      Tearing at the vestibule of hate,

      Ripping at my heart,

      Appendages torn wide open,

      Bleeding emotions,

      Love seeping to the floor."

      ––––––––

      —Jennifer Oneal Gunn—2012

      To the end of the past and the beginning of the future. Right now.

      FORWARD:

      As this fork in the road ends and we walk another part of the path, don’t look back. We don’t live there anymore. Keep your head high and walk with me one final time down the long dark road that used to be but is no longer.

      It might be painful, but I will be by your side. I won’t leave you. Turn those pages and think of me beside you as you look further into the shadows with me. It was once a place I knew well whether I liked it or not. The anger, something I lived with like the Hulk, wanes these days, thankfully. Back in the shadowy, dark world of the past, I held onto it like a good friend because I thought it helped. It didn’t.

      It’s time to let it go. Once and for all.

      I thank you for coming in and reading this with me and hopefully helping yourself to also break from a shadowy past.

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      All my love,

      Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      Blood, Sweat, & Tears:

      The Dark Flower

      Poetry Anthology

      ––––––––

      ––––––––

      Jennifer Oneal Gunn

      TABLE OF CONTENTS:

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      Excerpt from The Heart of a Woman

      Dedication

      Forward

      Blood

      Sweat

      Tears

      Sorrow

      The Other Side of the Door

      Unwanted

      Noise

      Filthy Monsters

      The Road

      Slip of A Girl

      Doom

      How Can This Be?

      Innocence/Sin

      The Dark Flower

      Needles

      That Dark Thing Living Inside Us All

      A Room Filled with Monsters

      Reality

      The Box

      Turn You to Ash

      220712

      220731

      220911

      Hands

      Does It?

      Excerpt from Mystik Legends

      Excerpt from Pandora’s Story: Mystik Legends Book 2

      Author Bio/Book List

      Blood

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      The crimson, wet liquid that runs from my body,

      Down my sleeve from my heart,

      Hitting the floor,

      Splashing in waves like the vast ocean inside me,

      Running along the grout of the tile,

      Slowing its pace and sticking in the cracks.

      Slippery and gory at the same time,

      That red substance that says we’re alive,

      Coursing through our veins,

      On the floor,

      Wet, drying, dying...

      Mesmerizing me as I stare at the pool of blood,

      My vision is weak,

      I cannot speak,

      Lines running through my head as the haze begins.

      Sweat

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      The sweat, a droplet of water, sliding down the side of my face,

      Mixing with the salt on my skin.

      There is power in your eyes,

      They said.

      Such power is condemned and taken away

      Even though, this sweat drips freely from me while work is done

      There is power there,

      In my eyes,

      In my heart,

      In my head,

      All the things I need,

      They are within me...if only...

      If only I could see them too,

      If only this work didn’t feel wrong

      I don’t sweat for them

      I do this for me and others

      I work this hard and bide my time

      Always waiting

      Always dreaming

      Always praying for the day to come

      When the work is seen

      This sweat, dripping down my face isn’t for me...

      Tears

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      I think of the years

      I think of the pain

      I think of you

      And the tears stream down my face

      Cascading down in rivers

      Wetting my cheeks and running down my chin.

      Through watery eyes

      I see you

      In my mind

      I remember

      Everything we were and all we are

      I feel you in every swipe of the tears running down

      That don’t stop

      Through watery eyes

      I see you

      In my mind

      Always there

      In my head

      I hear your voice when you say

      All is okay

      The tears streaming down my face

      They wet my cheeks and slide down my chin

      It hurts

      This reminiscing

      It won’t stop

      It can’t stop

      You’re always there

      Inside my head

      And I see you clearly

      Perhaps one day you’ll smile at me

      Through watery eyes

      I see you

      In my mind

      Even in the darkness

      I see you

      Waiting there

      Inside my head

      Sorrow

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      Sorrow is like emptiness and everything all at once.

      The depths are unfathomable and yet,

      The surface is bleeding,

      For one life that might not have meant much to others,

      But it meant a lot to me.

      In trying to gather my wits,

      It feels as if all rationality is missing.

      Not much makes sense,

      When the world you knew changes suddenly.

      In the

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