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Phobia

You said that you were thinking of me,
when you knew the spell was broken,
echoing through the almost empty hallway,
extending your reach,
grasping as you try to grapple me in place again.
I had slipped from the web,
broken free of my bounds,
bursting into a run,
racing for my life,
but you crawl with chaotic speed.
I’ve written a lot of horrific things,
but as you stare,
smug smile,
some excuse about how “this isn’t you”,
and,
“I’m being dramatic”,
I am terrified,
truly for the first time.

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Paris Holds The Key To Your Heart

Cuties outside the Quai Branly,

sipping champagne on the street,

as they stare with starry eyed wonder at the ever present Eiffel Tower.

She had followed them all over the city,

always staring from the skyline,

blushing, hiding behind the soft clouds of the summer sky,

she had waited patiently for our heroines to arrive.

Standing tall as two sirens approach,

sipping champagne and smiling in selfies,

as the sun sparkles up above,

shining down on their happy afternoon,

and the Eiffel Tower’s bashful, blushing cheeks.

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TGIF

This week has been Monday after Monday after Monday,
at last, it is her day.
The birds have broken out their best Kim Petras impression,
there are twenty four candles on the cake.

At last, it is her day.
Pastel balloons and party favours.
There are twenty four candles on the cakes
The candles thank God that it’s Friday.

Pastel balloons and party favours.
The birds have broken out their best Kim Petras impression.
The candles thank God that it’s Friday.
This week has been Monday after Monday after Monday.