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.
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
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
Easter bunny you’re a devil, I heard on my heels and turned to him. Momentarily the vile pit of acid I felt stirring within whenever he’s near disengaged. Momentarily I laughed with him In months to come I felt myself teetering on the edge of a vortex leaving me lame, teary and in some way … Continue reading Thirty Seven
I am another you. "Oui". Take control then, fall off. Return to me whole. Die, die again. No go back. Die once more. You cannot amputate your lip while looking down your nose at it. Knock. It's me calling you to myself. Drawing sensations to a close and then ripping them wide open. As if … Continue reading Thirty Six
First . . . They put me to the test. See if I'd accept the challenge I rose to the occasion. Then . . . They withheld from me the good, the just rewards, deserved I remained silent. Next . . . They challenged my ethics, undermined my values, their point a proof of their … Continue reading Thirty Five
Some, in fact many prefer the wounded. Perhaps it's because in them is found no challenge and a defeat however easily got is still defeat. But they're dangerous those wounded ones, unawoken to the choice which is essentially always theirs . . . To be or not . . . I want no part in … Continue reading Thirty Four