The roadI was timid, I was scared Not this road again Too many times I've stumbled down Dragging them, broken and bleeding with me How many had I stolen?The road
But you stole mine You took me to the road You pushed me to the mouth But wrapped me up and pulled me away Before it swallowed us
Once EdenA love-wanting girl starved of nourishment Her thoughts malformed spat fromOnce Eden
dry chewed lips A not for her smile says another world It's not his fault She was once his Eden
The torments of Self-loveCold fingers play on hot skin Tracing the letters, the words "I want you" is a rush "I need you" makes her shake Pulsing skin and dancing fingers Earthquakes and ballerina's feet Ragged panting steals the air from her lungs And the words from her lips "Why did you go?"The torments of Self-love
AmbivalenceYou’ve lead me on, half-heartedly dropping breadcrumbs along your erratic zigzag trailAmbivalence
just to retreat
inside an ill-constructed barricade of opaque, brittle excuses
that don’t fit together
And now you hold me at arm’s length on the threshold, twisting a dagger between
my ribs in small increments and denying us that step forward
[is it any fault of mine that you are just right?]
Onlookers decry you but I am lockjawed with paralysis as I suffer your slaughter before our portrait of potential connection; &nb
precariousReclined and waiting, Wrapped in the loving embrace. Wooden tentacles; Caressing the softer parts of you.precarious
Scars formed and darkness dissolved. Clutching at the greater meanings. You found no shelter here. No reprieve from this destruction.
You kept refusing Right. Not enough for you now. These hands lifted then crashed; Crashed on those jagged rocks.
All those sacrifices... All those images... Too many faces... Too many ghosts...
Enter the Fallen, With open mouths and excited screams. Those with the twisted v
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"These things happened. They were glorious and they changed the world... and then we fucked up the endgame." - Congressman Charlie Wilson on the covert war in Afghanistan 1980-1989 .
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