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Deborahlee Jan 2019
tallying up her glass house hits
from rocks thrown in the past,
a gusted breeze jostles curtains
with the bone-chilling icy blast

like droplets from the falling rain
the shards all spill down shattered
from windowsills without a pane
the clear broken pieces lay scattered

along with breaking me into sharp-edged bits
you stomped every single thing that mattered
when it rains in open windows
and the doors slam, do bridges burn?
Deborahlee Jan 2019
Smooth to my fingertip
stimulation head to toe;
slice and dice my heart
the blood puddles flow
red ripples in the drips,
bow down to the reaper
to burn in what you sow.
frying in the flaming pit
trapped in the undertow,
darkness is coming at us
-ready or not, here we go.
...look out below
Deborahlee Jan 2019
ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow

they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go

you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains

inject me with more
...scrape me up off the floor
Deborahlee Jan 2019
Too painful to stand at attention
as he did back in the day
but this man, he's still a soldier
inside he's always that way

fought a lifetime for this country
chose a career we can never repay
I'm thankful for all he's given me
more than words can ever say

We're Blessed with various freedoms
all gifts, given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him
and his "Hero Within"

This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all and always will.
Share this one every chance I get...
Deborahlee Jan 2019
A
salted
teardrop
splashes as
it falls onto the
ground and earth
drinks in the puddle
pooled on the ground
-and inside of me ~on
the outside too, my
body fills me up
with longing
for you

so call me a weeping woman if you see me
sitting alone beneath a giggling willow tree.
...lonely girls cry
Deborahlee Jan 2019
slide down the hinged flap
peek inside -see brown
cheeks flush with pink

bite my smile,
and lose my frown

the mailman dropped
off my new 'toys' so now,
on- to my nuclear meltdown
grown up toys are delivered in plain brown wrap
:;)
Deborahlee Jan 2019
the windshield wiper kiss
broke my wings

slammed on a sidewalk
in the fall

on the ground like this
I fade to ash grey chalk
death
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