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89 · Oct 2020
Soul
Rita Oct 2020
My hands trembled as I gripped the remaining pieces of me.
It's not like I wanted this.
I didn't ask to be broken,
I didn't ask to be left behind.
My legs shook as I tried to stand my own ground.
Only to get pushed down.
Kicked and cut,
Touched
And left to die.
Tell me,
Am I *****?
89 · Nov 2020
Untitled
Rita Nov 2020
Four black walls
I feel like I'm dying
86 · Sep 2020
Outage
Rita Sep 2020
The power is out again.
"Calmly exit the building"
Repeated the same old voice.
This has been happening often,
These days the power just shuts down.
The rocks, with which the kids broke the windows with
Were enough to trigger the outage.
As calmly as the electricity dissapeared, the fire started.
I proceed to walk out of the abandoned and scarred building,
Looking back at it, I wonder,
Why does the renovated place always end up being the first to burn?
We have tried rebuilding it countless times,
With and without help.
I shiver as I see a huge chunk fall off.
Looking around,
The streets are empty, nobody is here.
I'm the only one standing with the helpless building.
I guess I won't get any help in rebuilding it again.
84 · Sep 2020
Show, don't tell
Rita Sep 2020
One day i got recommendations,
I should read some of my creations.
Friendly woman with the heart of gold,
Passed me the confidence,
The will to make me grow.
People surrounded me and everyone was happy,
Although the underlying reason for the things happening
Started boiling.
I started falling,
Losing myself.
Never ending, always on the road.
Pretty mama, where'd you go?
This is a blank canvas.
Just show, don't tell.
That all the scars you put on yourself,
They are all just theft.
Of feeling, of emotion, of living and of life as the one who's always
The last left.
81 · Oct 2020
Tired
Rita Oct 2020
I'm tired,
I can't focus.
My eyes are heavy from all the tears I hold back.

I'm sleepy,
I want to sleep.
My mind won't let me relax, or simply not think.
80 · Sep 2020
Kiss
Rita Sep 2020
The pure focus his expression holds,
I can hear the wheels turning in his head.
Click clack, click clack.
His hands against the keyboard.

My voice speaks up,
Just slightly,
Maybe overly politely:
Can I have a kiss?

All the focus towards the screen in front of him vanishes,
And pure bliss surrounds me.
He turns around,
And in the silence,
He kisses me.
Here

— The End —