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No WordsIn the letter you never wrote me… You became a blend of words That seemed to lift off the pageNo Words
And lie beside me. I even looked around to see if anybody noticed your ecstatic emotions. Yelling terms of utter concern
To small weeping types of confusion, You were so caught up with yourself You missed the drops of steel That landed On the cheap parchment. § In the letter that you never wrote me You tried to throw a lasso
Of harsh text around my neck
Pulling me back in. “You will never make it without me!” My head would turn
And my ups
by ~starryeyedpoet
My PlaceMy Place By: Tracy EwertMy Place
The hand twitches like a dying bug. It’s my hand, squeezing the life out of that creepy-crawly. Guts and juices trickle down my lines.
Families scream a buzzing sound. Cool night plays hopscotch on my taste buds. Pungent aroma of graceful flowers and stinking dog crap wafts around me. And the little bug’s eyes give me one last pleading look as the light fades from them. Greedily my hands soak up the blood. It tasting sweet in my mouth like blood made by Lizzy Borden in the white pages of a book. But yet the pages were stained blue.
by ~starryeyedpoet
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