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The words,
       arrows
carelessly
fired her way

wrapped
slowly
around
and around
her neck

until
       the day
she
found herself
eagerly
awaiting
the
*hangman's
gallows
Proverbs 18:21
Death and life are in the power of the tongue,.
Fear* had crept in quietly,
         and she had unknowingly
     let it take shelter,
where it could breathe new life
    in the dismal recesses of her mind
She
was the kind of girl
that *tasted
the sunshine,
as the rays
sweetened
her mood

and
she often caught
glimpses of Heaven,
as the raindrops
reflected
her dreams

She
was the kind of girl
that listened to the night,
as the darkness
whispered
her fears

and
she forever grasped
the parting seasons,
as the leaves
scorched
her soul

She was
the kind of girl
that savored the scent,
as the morning dew
coveted
her memories
A heartfelt work in progress. Still trying to come up with a way to end it, that's not abrupt. Not easy. Feedback welcomed! :)
The sweet smell of
         smoke rising
            eyes glossing
              mood swinging
          focus weaving
       attendance falling
development arresting
   high school dropping
in our country's acquiring
      *
teenage wasteland
I'm sure I'm in the minority on this one, but I see it every day. One of the hardest parts of being a teacher.
The truth was lost
as it drifted out to sea
and the lies you told
bore the weight
*that drowned me
The urge to disappear
down the rabbit hole
returned with a vengeance,
as the melancholy
song of failure
echoed in her mind
She would welcome
each sleepless night,
leaving swollen eyes
in the morning light

Suffer  through
the aches and pains,
feel the burden of fatigue
and the needed weight gain

Her hair would start
to lose its shine,
gums would bleed
but she'd be just fine

Anxiety would peak
from high to low,
nausea would inevitably
come and go

Her body would be given
to house another,
losing all control
to become a mother

Forgetfulness would visit
now and then,
joining her tender *******
and nausea- over and over again

Her belly would grow
her feet would swell,
her bladder would be
a living hell

The cramps would scream
her back would bite,
her head would hurt
picking dreadful fights

Vitamins would be her friends
alchohol would be her foe,
they'd be no turning back
her other dreams - happily let go

The ones she had
of moving on,
the forever sun
now dead and gone

Releasing her freedom
for a different start,
a new family with the man
who had won her heart

She said yes
in love's sweet name,
but now she fears
love just can't do the same

For his life
seems set deep in stone,
filled with family
where he's already found home
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