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What doesn’t kill you…

  Ink your running lightnings of dark bruises all over my back! Hurt me so good… Your thunderous growl shakes my bones, makes me bow… Drown me baby, my lungs long to be filled with your burning fury. Breathing… a feeble caprice, if you ask me. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger……… Continue reading What doesn’t kill you…

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Just a game…

  You played me,  just a chess game… Grinned as you planted every pawn, wading your way! Jigsawn,  planning ahead… Next step and the step after… Eating me up, taking me down,  bit by bit, one piece at a time. * You played me, mocked me, dragged me in the mud… When my king fell…… Continue reading Just a game…

Blogging · Fiction · poetry · Thoughts

Volatile…

You build a cage, a crochet razorblade barbwire tight web… Your spider legs waltzing on the intricate maze. Not listening to the sun rising… Setting… Rising again over the crimson horizon. You weld, stitching hermetic steel blankets around your weakened heart… Monochromic Fabergé egg holding sore unspoken words. You peek one last time, fake one…… Continue reading Volatile…

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Dry…

  Dry, empty and flawed… feeling always like a fraud. Too much love to give, too few hands held out, to receive it, Too many dreams sketched on beaches of sandy doubts. *** Dry, empty and flawed… Feeling always  like a fraud. Wanting words to be immortal, yet feeling as  they fade, terribly ethereal… Terribly…… Continue reading Dry…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Twenty fifth…

  Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…

Blogging · Fiction · Late night post · poetry · Prose · short

Tough Love…

I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh…   Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?  

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Helpless…

  She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…