Viper

Her scales-

       A delicate balance

       Between  lust&grace

       And a fatal endless agony

Smooth to the touch

Thick as the fear and desire

Her forked tongue tastes

In the air.

She’s beautiful

And she’s got her sights set on you.

She’s poised

Statuesque

But before you know it

She strikes

Leaving you

Without the hope of survival.

Moving On

In the end, there’s just

Me

 

Allow yourself to see it from my view:

Love is something you lose yourself in

Regret is when you realize, too late that

Everything has changed

And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.

Dreams are haunting your waking hours with

Yearning, but nothing can be changed.

 

Go on, move forward. There’s

Only so much more that can be done when

Never means forever and

Everything we had is lost.

Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in

One

By

One

And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.

On the Inside

A white Victorian dollhouse

Sits on the playroom floor

Untouched.


The children run around outside

Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing

If only they weren’t

Unsupervised.


Inside the dollhouse

The parents are cold and

Unwelcoming.


They have grown out of love

From constant fighting

Lying

Cheating, and being

Untrustworthy.


After many years

The dollhouse is falling apart.

The roof is collapsing

The support beams are cracking

Termites have destroyed the foundation.

And all the while,

The kids are playing outside

Unaware.

In Memoriam

High notes ring softly

In a repetitive rhythm

Encouraging the bass to bellow.


Together they play

In perfect harmony

In perfect cacophony

A welcoming sound

I’ve known for years.


The dependent treble falters…

Then frenzies until it unexpectedly ceases-

An angelic absence

Leaving the bass notes to calmly tremble,

A deep

Resounding

Heartbeat.


A familiar song

I’ll never forget.


For my Grandmother,

You’ll always be in our hearts

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