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Tag: Control
Notes from a Dying Woman
Tossed and turningI am worn out, wrung outLike a dirty dishrag done its workThe beauty of youth, fadedThe wisdom of time, unreachableA tear on the cheek, wastedReplaced by liars and outward appearances Love whispered from the corner of lipsAt convenient moments in the darkLove… Continue Reading “Notes from a Dying Woman”
Time To Remember
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely… Continue Reading “Time To Remember”
Of Octopii, Death and Madness REBLOG
There are places In the deep dark sea Where you can find thousands of female octopii Brooding, Fiercely defending their precious eggs. If dinner doesn’t happen by for any particular female, She won’t eat. Days will pass with no sustenance; She starts to go… Continue Reading “Of Octopii, Death and Madness REBLOG”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
The Thin Veil
At the edge of tomorrow, there stood a moment, stretched out before me, the veil between this life and the beyond spread thin. A separation of body and spirit. I wrestled. On the one hand, peace and rest. On the other, small hands and… Continue Reading “The Thin Veil”
The Release of Shame
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
Until It Passes
I haven’t left this cave, my den, in days because if I do, the sky comes crashing in again. There’s a storm brewing on the horizon and it’s coming closer, closer. Should I turn to my left, it rises. To my right, it looms.… Continue Reading “Until It Passes”
Black Ice
And in a moment it goes from cruising along; talking, laughing, living – – – to \\s p i n n i n g// turning and twisting SCREAMING S I L E N C E but ::whispers:: crashing !!Violence!! oh! the Violence!! ::is anybody… Continue Reading “Black Ice”
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