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In the dark of night

I snuck out of bed

The monster picked a fight

So quickly I fled



Stood by my sister, poked her a bit

A sleepy frown above her eyes

She told me to sit

I was scared and she was wise



She pulled the cover over me

And told me to sleep

She was a big girl, older than me

She held me close, I needn't weep



I dreamed of fields with flowers

And strange round trees

Mountains with towers

And puddles with bees






She stood beside me

Like a  light beam

Watching over me

Setting me free


I was brave for a time

Brave as brave could be

Searching for the monster

Hiding up the tree



The monster saw me

I screamed, he’s got me

Oh no he’s not

We both jumped under the covers

My sister and me.

                                   Lily Nurmi & Paul Gaffney.

The thought of my lips against yours are like soft satin plumped cushions that slowly press against each other;
slowly seeping,
and elevating,
yearning for more.

As sleepless thoughts savage,
the devil whispers into my ears,
softly triggering,
resonating melancholy,
the moan of a creature known to be depraved
and sinister,
soon becomes the lilt of an angel
who was once unfortunate
and misunderstood.
he calls me religiously and persistently,
captivating and lurring me,
to a side that has a melody; unknowingly *unholy.

Does not the love thou show
Quench my arid heart
To quell the fire that doth rage within
My heartless kingdom

For you say to me your king
That there is no other such that can feed
Your pitiful heart
How you speak false words of snakes
Yet hide me unto the shadow of the night

Did I not feed the urge betwix the milky thighs and not give you all that desire called for
Yet here you stand with dagger pressed against my breast waiting to cull

Amartia doth thy not see you king loves you
For your eye's do not belong to a blind hag
Yet you cannot see what the gods have blessed you with

Be still child and let the gods whisper
And the fire that salty tears have quelled
Shall no longer burn for my Amartia