She pl aces her h-a-n-d-s on me and e r a s e s her mind. I REach my a r m s o u t and hold her body cl ose She WANTED to l o o s e herself, and I complied. She R-E-a-c-h-e-s TO the sky, ing elate every hope she has. The sun no longer matters. All that is her and I. She wants exists to BE some thing other than No thing. My a r m s hold her form as THE moon be gins to s e. We are both here for mil this ONE mo-ment. She smiles like YOU n e v e r Existed and moves r. She GAVE every e thing h g i...

She a c p a h p o e r s my a r m s today, not need ing them but w-a-n-t-i-n-g. I am ready to h o l d her, but she has give n her LOVE to another. You came at the d e a t h of Decem ber, but I have been here from the beginning. My l i m b s ake as I am discard h ed, but s still she t-o-u-c-h-e-s me. She s, and I am enlightened. b m i l c YOU make her y, but l f I make her FREE.

I heard him push her before I saw it. My sister stumbled backward and cried out when she hit the pavement. I turned and saw him. Chase, the neighbor’s grandkid. My angry pounding footsteps felt like earthquakes as I made my way towards him, mustering as much fury as my eight year old body could handle. “What do you think you’re doing?” I yelled in his face. His mouth was fixed in a smirk that made me want to punch his excuse for a head. “Don’t you dare touch my sister.” My eyes grew cold. No...

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She d UP in me not e b m i l c believing IN herself. She c u h o e t d my leaf near her, and it c u b e r m l d and blew into THE SKY. She thought of YOU and winced. She WILL not FIND another heart to r c h e i s h. She s, becoming b m i l c immersed in ME. I reach my a r m s out, w-a-i-t-i-n-g for you to F A L L. You WILL, and I WAIT. I exist FOR this You REleaSE your hands from my a r m s and YOU Y. L F

You spoke to me again. After long months I spoke and said Hello. You were angry With me For something I didn’t Do. We talked about Ourselves. I cleared things Up. And eventually We joked About gory movies And quadriplegic Terrorists. And just seeing you type “Lol, jk Janet.” On that screen Made me realize I miss you.

He twisted like a spinning top A magnificent creature borderline on sanity. He danced around my shaken form And his teeth found my neck with a desperate need. I tried to escape his passionate hold But nothing could distract me from his beauty. And as the last of my blood caressed his lips I became one of them.

Lonely nights arouse feelings Brought about by sudden care Rifts of distance loom But doubts never enter the space That I excuse as a mind. Soft spoken wishes Brought you to my heart A want to hold you to me Consumes the need for anything else In this that I call a body. A gift is what you must be. A whispered feeling on a gust of wind. Perfection held in a light grasp. My touch of happiness. My gift.

Your face has become alien to me A vision of what we once were Like rain rolling off dead leaves Nothing can nourish us back to life. Your caricature of honesty Was desecrated by your lies The promises you broke Lay like shattered glass At my scratched feet. The instrument of life Continues its scattered tune And we stumble though the complex waltz I never did know how to dance. Goodbyes never were my specialty. I hate you for the time I lost Chasing my sanity That was pulled by your merciles...

A spider is insignifigant in the web of life. Its ropes are fragile And are broken by the harsh wind. And who is to say that we are not also spiders? Our cocoons, ravaged by the winds of despair. Who is to say that we are not also insignifigant? As evansecent as a drop of rain. As passing as the touch of love. Who is to say that we call ourselves superior? For I say, no, We are the insignifigact beings of today. While contentment blooms In the cocoons Of the insignifigant spiders.