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the applehanging in someone else’s gardenforbidden, I knowGod, I knowI fear that I am the devil’s EvebecauseI want to touch what is not minewith what now is vowed to belong to anotherI long to loop my lips aroundto sink my teethdevouringrelishingslowly, painfullyevery single inchdraining you of your sweet nectaris this what makes me wicked?is this…
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Dear God, if you’re there and listening, I have a favor to ask.. I know plans like these are often made on New Year’s Eve or when a year has been added, but today I decided I can’t keep doing this without you. There was a time when I prayed for my son, even when…
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when the test results come backwhen she gets the housethe ringthe callor just feels adrift in chaos..who waits for her to dial.. to reach..with a soft lullaby of sway and embraceand even if she’d never really known that,is the chance forever gone?will there ever be a mountain for the rock,an atlas for the lost?who cares…
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I used to think of us as a burning house a place falling to ash and ruin that I would run into time and time again to try and save what I loved I see now through the smoke and singed flesh that took a decade to clear and heal that you were the burning…
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Sometimes revenge of the heartis best served in the words of a songallowing the lyrics to dowhat silence could not it will outlive the momentit will travel farther than the pridethat suppressed the releasethe no contact, the absencethe rules I set with a forced handwhen the first red flag is waved memory is its accompliceshe…
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I wrote everything I could about the way it felt To move forward or dig my heels in To survive with or without motion To love when I was terrified To be what I needed to when it was not who I was To make courage into words and stone out of mud I wrote…
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He missed that life. The one that left dried blood under his fingernails and adrenaline pumping through him like lightening. And when he met me, he knew that I could become something like that for him. Except now the blood would be mine and the absolute need for violence would be rewarded to me when…
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I can’t help it… Is it an addiction? The way I seek it out.. The feeling of making them feel good for the first time in a long time.. Or ever even. I know that I get high on it. I know it fills the hunger and lust inside me. Being the one that shows…
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I had this dream last night.It is still with me.I dreamt a child I had known died.I passed it to my mother.My mother who died four years ago. She held it.She held in a way I would not have seen before.Close, careful, patient.She held it for a moment and said “this child is not gone.”As…
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It wasn’t ever really about love with you Insteadit wasneedhungerurges It was jumping off the edgeit was licking a woundand soothing the bloodlust inside both of usit was quieting a bellowing beastno one else could see I have kept this space empty that may always be yours Who else could do what we did? And…
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The Blood & The Bones 