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She Has Reached The Anger Stage
She was scattered across the house,secret ashes that he couldn’t let go of,as if there had been a fire,a small, silent child ripping across the sideboards and the dining room table with a rage he couldn’t remember,but begrudgingly accepted. “That’s my special girl.” His voice was hoarse as he showed his neighbours his hoarded images…
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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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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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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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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.