she is a natural beauty
brown hair, eyes.
Skin so ivory.
All she sees are
cracks and pores.
Impurities and flaws
wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid
beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.
Oh she tries to sleep.
Her skin crawling with unknown identities.
They see the smile
their stepford grins
cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart
and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme
left to her own device
and without a single wink.
Loaded to go…
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white against the red
as my lover’s kisses rain on me
as maples syrup drenched.
Red and perfect like cherries ripening
Delicate curls that fall on me like falling crimson leaves. “Dive with me ”
she implores “to a world we have never seen ”
and I sink
into a world of possibilities
I wrote this thinking about people in abusive relationships as I’ve been when I was younger. It’s hard to leave that “Monster ” behind. Have courage to leave. Have courage to fight back and love and live again. Because you are worth it. .
Dark waters stirring the surface of the unseemly calm pond.
Waking the Monster that lies beneath it,
Hungering to surface for more. “I’m not afraid.” she says
The lit weapon in hand.
As it emerges, she plunges
And drove it straight with good aim.
Eyes slowly fading.
The hunger and lust for her
Burning out with each breathe. “He can’t hurt me anymore.
He can’t .”
She whispered the mantra
Knowing she had slay and she is safe.
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and I’m down the hall to you.
I can’t leave you even if I wanted to.
on the arc of the door to you.
One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
I can’t deny
That it’s a mess
And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards
Do we let it burn?
and I’m under.
Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder.
I want more.
I’m leaving reality again for
2 more hours,
Canned or be canned..
Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose.
I wonder about my purpose ?
I’m sure I know He knows it.
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar.
I try to play a little,
But that feeling.
Just gnaws till you address it.
Little a hamster on a wheel
A fly in a wall
We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,
Observe to try a little
And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire.