Vice

Soft scratches alert  To hear you  That you are there  Until you aren’t  And I wait  As any caged prey would do For a return Or consequence  Of proportions beyond me Or anything  Even the moth runs from the flame While perched on the door  Waiting for eternity  Or just the day.

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Illusion’s Candor

Sounds of sandpaper rubbing- Walking through drying fields Drops escaping the puddle As toes remember their feel. Noises promise company- Loneliness weighs on shoulders . . . Walking up high for peace- Leaves the body feeling colder. Pieces fit into the puzzle- Broken as eggshells on the floor . . . Knowing something is different […]

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No Good Deed

Callused by logic Confined by youth Ignorance for fun Pain to soothe. No lack of hope Just wrong and right Deaf to No Up for a fight. Alone with silence A past staying awake… Good deeds punished While watching you break.

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