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“You’re so big now”, can hide many thoughts that run through their minds.
Piece by piece you start to dissect me with insecurities,
Like an old puzzle that slowly becomes unsolved?
Another celebration overflowing with presents filled with scars throughout my body,
Guests share their piece of mind like the heavy frosted icing on their slice of cake.
Read MoreWomen never begin as human beings.
They are earth and clay, molded into sin.
Apples bitten, and boxes opened, sweet syllables
Dripping like honey from lips, kisses of venom.
Wars are started over her beauty, and won over her claim.
You are the witch’s cackles as they engulfed her head in flames.
The red moon spilled across the cross and bled ashes from her grin.
The flames licked around her outstretched arms like wings.
Although her incantations melted, the curse was unleashed.
Read Morewith a letter I'll never send you. anyway
how much time does it take for your memory of someone to become
flat, like a faded sticker left on
a dashboard in an abandoned car?
when you reach a suspended hand into your brain and find
a friend, that someone, your heart and your good morning songbird
has lost their motion-picture quality.
will their eyes lose that sparkle - when once they were as real as the blood that wells from every paper cut?
do their smiles fade like news ink from a crumbling headline?
Read MoreThere are many times where we’re in bed and I turn around to look up at you.
One blink, and then two, trying to take you in,
every part of your face. And that’s when, every time, you launch the affection space shuttle.
Landing: a cheek, my nose, gently on the lips. With you, the moon, and I can see the stars.
Read MoreYou entered the pharmacy and walked into the narrow aisle,
The smell of substances had circulated as the breeze rushed through the door.
"Welcome to Happy Choice Pharmacy," the man in the back of the counter yelled.
You ignored the man and found the item you were looking for,
You picked me up,
You set me down, once again.
You never picked me.
Instead you picked up the regular bandaid.
But I've always wanted to be a bandaid.
A small strip with a gauze pad in the middle,
Not the regular ones though,
The ones with children's favourite movie characters or a cool design,
That relieved the pains and aches in an instant.
Your tears that started to overflow - immediately stop.
The loud alarms that blared - immediately stop.
Your sniffle started to tremble - immediately stop
It's a miracle, huh?
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