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March 12, 2023

In Conversation With The Sun

The sun has set and then seen fit to show her face again,and so have I.As she sparkles, I ask with a mousy, meek tone if I will always struggle to follow her as she rises,and we share a smile.She says nothing,but we both know that brighter days are bounding towards us.

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March 11, 2023

Plaything Of A Narcissist

She never met a mirror that she didn’t like,never got tired of her own tones.I understood,because I was crazy about her,caught up in how clever she is,just another doll on her shelf,spellbound and silent until she picks me up,I purr, pulled pure from my senses by the softness of her fingertips.She knows!Of course,she knows!She is…

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March 10, 2023

Making Arrangements

It had been three days and a handful of hours since that man became my problem again.I thought I’d cast him out and set myself free,but ghosts never quite let go. Another who wronged me, dead,yet I’m too snowed under with paperwork to seek revenge,worrying if resentment will give me worry lines,and if I have…

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March 9, 2023

Sleeping Late

Bells ring all over the citybutterflies bless the sky,and you,you wake me at six am,only to tempt me back to a tamer place,pink skies and soft spring breezes,a hopeful kiss,and the remedy of restful sleep.

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March 8, 2023

Forgiveness Is Never Free

I tried to cry when you wandered off.I stood before the mirror,staring with so much struggle at the earthy eyes you gave me,willing them to weep,but there was a drought,a deficit of devastation,no matter how much I scolded and shamed myself. I put on an Ella record,recalling the time that you told me that Billie…

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In Conversation With The Sun

Plaything Of A Narcissist

Making Arrangements

Sleeping Late

Forgiveness Is Never Free