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 Sep 2016 CJSmigliani
Mozalios
In the land of the forgotten they call me
Death.
"Go deep," she said.
Gliding her fingers across my hand.
Where do I start?
How do I begin?
Well I guess with any mistake, it began when I finished my gin.
I thought about heading to her place,
Even through the cold and rain.
But I hesitated when I pictured her face
Staring back at my intoxicated pain.
I would have heard it all before.
Her words of disgust and how I'll never change.
And then I'll plead and tell her I'll never be the same.
Then I thought what I'd go home to.
A room full of **** and empty tins of chew.
So I decided to say "**** all this." And step back out into the rain,
And into the abyss.
 Sep 2016 CJSmigliani
Little Bear
I won't
Close up my heart
And never
Allow it
to be broken again

Even if
Losing everything
Means
To stand here with my
Vulnerability
in my hands
For all the world to see

For counted
Among
All its broken
Pieces
I can see
Loss
And such
Sadness

But I feel it
Because it means
I'm alive

I am
Simply
a small
Human being

That once
was
Lost

And finally
After so many years
Of thinking
I wasnt even human
Because i couldnt feel

Instead of being
Lost

Because i allow
Myself to feel

I am found

Life has taught me
That after loss
Comes
A putting together

One tiny hope
At a time

And honestly

nothing will make
Me more
Blessed to be
Found

Nothing
Will make me
More human
Than that
ash
i'll just
sit here
and smoke
the memory
of you
into ash

— The End —