Forty

~ Mira Fahlan

For a moment there I let Mr Deville in, let him think he'd really win. Bent over, one beating turned to three. More? Yes please, Sir I groaned, both scared and sore. Committed, against sin I chose this side. The vow I took, being groomed with pride.

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Short 4

~ Mira Fahlan

We cannot spoon feed each other passive aggressive opinions and expect to be nourished, to become well rounded, wholesome individuals

Ino

~ Mira Fahlan

Farewell you beautiful brat. We're gonna miss your siren songs and the tiptaps of your little toes on the floor boards. You're such a lovebugling and there will never ever be another pup to take your place. Rest well little guy. We love and will keep you with us always

Thirty Nine

~ Mira Fahlan

Peripatetic pathetic telepathic I guess some meth-em-addict trying to settle scores of such gift bearing present taking you’re wearing her she’s out Such gifts are abused misused false prophets gods amateurish I declare a clear cut sever that vein vain perplexing gut You’ll have back your ability when first you’ve garnered some humility and lady … Continue reading Thirty Nine

Thirty Eight

~ Mira Fahlan

I got real good real quick at putting things away and at forgetting but then I thought it time to revisit him, look upon his faces if only to see whether what I’d say would now change them If only I hadn’t returned time and again in times past with this changing thought perhaps I … Continue reading Thirty Eight