She was discovering her power
I watch her form a corner from above I see the lines of her body move drawing Unknowingly on strings of Fairy dust and cobwebs Her prey towards her She will not eat them All She is discovering her power The effect when she lets herself expand Web of charisma snakes around the bar Taps the tall victim on the cheek Spring 2014 I want to tell you I’m proud of you
That you’re doing a good job I want to tell you that you’re an incredible woman I tell all my friends I want to tell you that you have taught me something They are things I will never forget I want to tell you that you make me feel safe That I’m ready for the world I want to tell you I like spending time with you That I look forward to talking to you I want to tell you I love you That you are my best friend I want to tell you thank you That I will spend the rest of my life thanking you I want to tell you I see How strong you are I want to tell you I know It has not always been easy I want to tell you I hope To grow into the woman you are May 2012 She lit a candle and it wouldn’t catch
Wick drowned in wax From over use Flame gasping for oxygen She lit a candle and it wouldn’t catch Faint blue bulb barely hanging on She walked away Letting the wick burn on its own She lit other candles The room filled with rose or other scents She checked on her first candle The flame While not strong Was still hanging there Burning through the wax To reach the core Central fuel That keeps her burning Winter 2013 Unfolding seams in her skull
Revealing the patterns Until that person The one Over there Topped the last step she stumbled over That man who was not quite a man Who could lift her soft muscles into the air Maker her cliché flutter This tall almost woman On the cusp Above a slope Life looked just over her shoulder Each blink faked out Not so solid ground With his footstep she is a thought Party hovers above her Stomps Above her Every flick Each voice belonging to Those fingers ripping at her hair Digging into bone Bruising at her neck Screams on her breath Where have they gone? Walked out the door? Walking on hands? Summer 2012 She felt the weight of it
Soft fur caressing her past One step Heart exposed straining against Wind Dark hair Katherine Wheeling behind her Arms thrown back from cement force She drags her train behind her Eyes piercing through She pushes She drags her train Her life trailing Forcing her back back into her mind Preoccupation permanent past She drags her train Heavy solid fluid dead animal beast that consumes Spring 2012 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
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