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Author: Cynthia Bujnicki

Cynthia Bujnicki is an avid reader with a Bachelors in Writing, Literature, and Publishing from Emerson College. She spends her time working on her own novels, publishing under the name Nia Dragin, while she reads and reviews at for her own enjoyment. SHe was the former Creative Director of the YA, Fantasy and Sci-Fi section on the online publication World Light Review. As a manager at her local movie theater she also enjoys free movies while she works on building her own publishing company. An avid cat lover, she has a kitten named Mr. J the Kitten Who Thinks He's Batman and another named Boo. She lives in too sunny South Florida with her husband.

Cuts of Sadness©

She clutched the knife And traced it upon her ribs. The cuts were long And wide. She stared at the blood soaked floor And wondered why no one came. If they truly cared They would come running though the door … Continue Reading Cuts of Sadness©

Lovers Dance©

She danced with him. Exotically. Her body moved like silk against HIS. Her hands circled his neck. And he rubbed her waist roughly. Their passion Made people look at them in envy. Their love caused great chaos. Their bodies Moved … Continue Reading Lovers Dance©

Loves Embrace©

She stared at him Across the classroom floor. His soft blue eyes Stared at the board. And his short blond hair Sat spiked and clean. She stared at him Till he looked over At her. She hid her face Behind … Continue Reading Loves Embrace©

Burning Passion©

She stared at him Her friend she loved So tenderly. She wanted to help him But did not know how. He stood at the ledge That overlooked the growing fire. She knew what he wanted Something she wanted. Too. Death … Continue Reading Burning Passion©

Her Dark Corner©

She cradled herself In her dark corner. Naked and wet from the rain. Bruised and cut The knife still wet From her blood. Her cuts are deep And her bruises were wide And all she could think about Was how … Continue Reading Her Dark Corner©

To the Darkness©

Up the stairs she ran To the Darkness that called her. Slipping and falling All over the stairs. 5 Her tears cascading everywhere Flooding the ground beneath her. Her cuts have not healed And her blood has turned the water … Continue Reading To the Darkness©