I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.
Category: Promt Me I dare You…..
Stormy Nights
The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
A Dime Nor A Penny…
Refined in China.
Aged in Quebec.
Abridged in and Trimmed in Thailand.
Revised in Africa’s land.
Stamped with many a places and times.
Never ceasing to critique and develop the width of my spine.
The world is my editorial board.
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Kissed her soul.
Hugged bravery down her spine.
Commanded time to unlay its hands.
Pleaded for her to stand.
Pain and Happiness
Its also the indescribable accumulation bubbling deep in her chest when they tell her it was her fault.
And ask is she sure she did no to consent to his conquest?
I Should Have Read the Contract!
I should have read the contract But how could I ? It was never spoken, written, or even implied. Still … More
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