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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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Call 911…

  Unwilling surrender… Bad memory, bloody souvenir… Wrapped in a song, played over, and over and over….   Daily reminder of my bad choices…. Like a tatoo upon my forehead.   Mockery awaiting, as if it wasn’t enough to deal with.   Murphy’s laws at their best… Irony screamed at the top of my sorry…… Continue reading Call 911…