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like a river runs
frigid icy fingers
leave their mark

winter had stained
winter had stung
my           tongue
Dust
It settles
Dust
It flies
In swirling waves
Up to the sky
SHE is a Goddess; her walk, her words, her features, her presence: Powerful! The way she uses her eyes, to speak the words her lips can't utter. Her body is the language of Love from a mother; SHE is a Goddess, yours.
I want so badly to remember,
what it was like to forget about you.
But if you left,
so would I.

Together
tumbling
d
o
w
n
that
cliff
of
sanity.
do you guys have that one person in your life who turned your life into a complete trainwreck yet you can't imagine life without them?
Existent tomb's
Of ourn own did we waketh
God separated us two
For a billion years for ourn strengthening
Yet once back together
The moon became ourn pillow
Locked into the nebulas of castor and pollex
Seduced by ourn eyes
****** saliva from ourn chalice
An ****** of a universe
We left ourn bed stains
Two crazies in love
Amour' intense insane!!!
A gunshot
That your body caught
Fell to the ground
A ringing sound
Pool of blood
A heavy thud
Empty eyes
Silent cries
Wasn't ready
Hold me steady
Flashing light
This isn't right
Sirens screaming
No more dreaming
 Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan
Gary
The parachute won't open
I'm headed towards ground
My once white underwear
Is now a shade brown.
She's standing, and I smell
the fear she's emitting
it seeps from her every pore
and the baby is screaming
as he curses, his voice rising
like a volcano erupting
all it's dark ashes.

She rocks the baby
a pacifier for the tears falling
I hear a familiar lullaby
and I know she's afraid
and the lullaby is her way
of communicating her terror
as he curses again
                          again
                              again.

The singing is a bright red scream
and I catch the baby's eyes
a bottom lip turned over,
a head on a shoulder
the father shouts,
"You're my wife and I'm not leaving without you!"

Neither mother nor child
are safe, I know this
and I know this for all the reasons
I maybe shouldn't
but I know what fear smells of
I know the scent
I know the cues to surrender.

Mother and child
their eyes in misery
are screaming silently
to us all,
"Help us!"

© Sia Jane
Back from being away and look forward to catching up :)
 Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan
Leigh
The well-oiled clunk of padlocks
slotting smoothly home
for dark to close off
rooms to outside days
and droned opprobrium.

The morning shine that
carries breezes brimmed
with birdsong must await
the sliding click and clack
of opened blackout blinds.

Open to a bundled clump of
tumbled, crumpled, crass,
incessant, prickling,
self-reflective musings
binding me to doubt.

It is this lair wherein I
rest and find the peace of
reign; 'Tis here I manifest as
Father Time to forge a faulty
rise and set with blackout blinds.
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