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Because of You
My heart clatters to my feetSquirming in erratic seizuresWith the vibrationsOf a thousand butterfly wingsBecause of you Your smileCarries a golden sunOver the rose-tinted horizonBathing me in itsUnabashed radiance There’s noProud facadeOf apathyI could ever maintainIn the light of you Continue reading
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Haunted Innocence
A teddy bear is hungFrom a frail branchSwayingIn the stale mistOf broken criesMirthless laughter Pink stomach gashedStuffing bledIn crimson teardropsFalling uponThe ghostsOf haunted innocence Continue reading
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Voice of the Gods
The godsShake the heavensWith a thunderous diatribeSplitting grey skiesAs they cower in sackcloth The earthJostled from inertiaGroans repentantWhile treesDip their headsIn solemn contrition But the feetOf the gods’ most loved creationHurriedly trodUnaffectedUnyieldingTo the wet, tumultuous voiceOf their rebuke Umbrellas raisedDefiantly deflectingThe voice of the gods Continue reading
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Crippled Mind
Crippled–Within a rotting cageOf whittled boneTainted marrowThe air has souredFetid fumes ofRegretChokingHeaving lungsPerhaps IStayed too longIn this gardenBloomed within my skullForThe flowers have wiltedIn the wake of thornsStiflingThe reviving ambrosiaOf late spring blossoms Continue reading
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Her Only Prayer
She tiptoed around empty beer cans; traps scattered at her socked feet. Any sound breaking the fragile silence in their tiny apartment would stir the beast, dormant within her father’s sleep. She swallowed a nervous bug, lips parted with quiet breaths as she picked up her school bag. Her father’s voice cut the thin quiet,… Continue reading
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Imperfect Design
I thread wordsThrough a quill needleStitching togetherEach strung thoughtOf incongruous patternsAnd mismatched fabrics But dissatisfiedI pluck at the seamsThen start again At the tableI sitInk-stained handsFingers bleedingFrom clumsy quill pricksTo create something beautifulBut there’s a joyIn the agonyOf sharingMy imperfect designs Continue reading
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The Doll
He keeps saying the doll’s the one that killed his parents. But no one’s listening to the crazed cries of an eight-year-old boy with blood splattered on his flushed cheeks, chunks of pink flesh caked beneath his uneven nails. He’s restrained on a hospital bed, wrists and ankles bound, but that doesn’t stop his panicked… Continue reading
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Night Time Blues
She lay awake inside her dark room, hands across her chest; rising and falling with her slow, even breaths. But her heart stubbornly strummed an offbeat staccato; a plaintive melody of blues that kept her staring at the silhouetted furniture until she had to squint away the darkness crowding her vision. Though the ambiance of… Continue reading
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Even in the Rain
Words became superfluous within the large, protective fold of his embrace. She inhaled his spicy musk suffusing tender, disembodied whispers that soothed her mind. His fingers trailed lazy circles at the small of her back, nails teasing light scratches against her skin, pressing warm sensations of hope throughout her extremities. A reassurance that everything would… Continue reading
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