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ere the second time

Should have quit
the first time
this banished earth
grumbled guttural
then held back
ere a second rift.

Should have said no
I cannot hold firm
to the side of cliff,
just let go,
tumble over
with weakness,

not hold on for
honey sweet promise,
eyes closed by
dreams made up,
what might be,
possibilities
unknown, unseen.

Now I find this avalanche
of rubbled gravestones
on top of me,
hearing echoes, cries,
haunted pain
from those touched by me.

Should have quit the first time
a raindrop fell
ere the storm
eroded footfall,
turned slippery,
before the quake.


Blind sighted

He condoned it
I whispered to soft tears
in grey mourning breeze,
shearing length
of hair grown, the year
I had known him
and cared,

remembering a time
as a child doing the same,
disavowing god
and parents with betrayal,
hurt, disbelief,
pain,
so much pain…

it’s silly
because hair doesn’t feel a thing,
as ratted wisps of disarray
stick up in half curls,
but he touched there,
caressed it.

I cannot cut out my heart,
it still beats.


you only had to ask

All that was needed
to be done
was ask me to leave
in silence,
with simple honesty

or let me be
the first time I said
I could not continue,
that this was too much,

please listen to me

but to use
a barraged battery,
feigned battlefield
of abuse, abused,
misuse…

so misguided
it even left my muse
silent, confused

…then you deny it?

Playing more with my mind
and emotions.