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Promise after promise
Fell into my head
I carried them with me,
I took them to bed

So hopeful, I waited;
To hold your forever
Intentions negated
This jaded endeavor

Yet, lies soon took shape
And doubt would take hold
Your dormant coercion
Cementing the mold.

You never came through
You never came back
The woodchips, they faded
The bracelets, I lacked

Trapped under my instincts
My innocence, vanished
The moon was relinquished
My purity, famished

Young as I was
I’ll never forget
The impact you left me;
Your stark epithet. . .

You took something good,
You found something pure
My will cut in half
Rose white, and demure.


The root of my psyche
You’ve yet to discern,
Who plundered my childhood;
My chastity, burned.

Existence forgotten;
Defined from within
I’ll never evade you
You’re etched in my skin.

Scar after scar
Fell into my arm
Your ink swam my bloodstream
Your slander, your charm

I swindled the rabbit
And powdered my nose
Freefalling in choices
Defining your prose.

With tasty white pills,
A hand in my throat
A liver that’s grilled;
The bible I quote.

With no one on earth
To save me from me
I sampled the bottle
From under our tree.

I cannot begin
Nor pretend to describe
What happened to Maple,
Who am I inside?

The loneliest girl
In the entire world
The events I’d mistaken
The chastity; hurled


All that I know
And all that I think;
Is this monster within me
Was born in a blink

But who’d tune in now?
The opinions are set.
My mind is jay walking
The lines of regret.

The holes in my person
The doubt I can’t sever;
My husk of normalcy
Braving the weather. . .

For what you don’t know
Is what you can’t nurse
Assumptions you draw
Are making me worse.

Conclusions concocted
Your story, enhanced
My path interrupted
Dismissed by a glance.

So I’ll say goodbye;
There’s no seeds to sew
For this is my truth. . .
Confession bestowed.

Still treading his words
That flood to the brink;
Harassed, used, and left
In less than a BLINK.

I feel red like a snow sled
the big bow tie with vibrant thread
sweet apples, backyard shed
pain that's left from words unsaid

I feel gold like treasures old
the pages found in stories told
sunflowers, marigolds
shining heavens to behold

I feel green like a back screen
the meadows shown in nature scenes
flower stems, crunchy beans
velvet drapes fit for a queen

I feel blue like morning dew
the sky in which the blue jay flew
sad goodbyes, long boo-hoos
rain to make the earth anew

I crawled out of bed
Adjusted my thoughts
My heart on my sleeve
And my stomach in knots

I damaged my brain
To powder my nose,
The abyss of my conscience . . .
As the wind blows

I grabbed at my gloves
Pulled on my pretense
Confused and uncertain
Why life felt so dense

The life that I saw
On med after med
Now only exists
Within Maple’s head

In front of you, now
Gift wrapped and retouched
Hope you like what you see
Cause I don’t very much

Dressed and well-practiced
In subtle charade
I’ve nothing but danced
This stark masquerade.