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Cindy Long Oct 8
The moon hangs high In the midnight sky.
The frogs croak, the swampland choked by another deathly cry.
The rougarou has a job to do.
And tonight he's coming for you.
He sighs as he whispers sweet lullabies.
And you fell under the spell of his red demon eyes.
The rougarou does what he's got to do.
Even if that means killing you.
He promises away the pain
As long as you stay.
And you said goodbye.
You were swept away by his lies.
The rougarou is amazed by you.
And you smell pretty good too.
His wolf smile will pacify,
By and by.
And the beast will feast and youll let him hold you as you die.
The rougarou has gotten you.
There's nothing you can do.
At his feet you will weep, and in his throne he will reap.
The rougarou loves you.
And it'll be the death of him too.
  May 10 Cindy Long
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you

  Apr 6 Cindy Long
BJ Donovan
Human drama plays out in a mad waltz.
     Nature spins its web and eats us all.
     We suffer and pray to plastic deities.
     We find our drug of comfort and suckle.
     I've made a perfect life balanced on ice
     that melts beneath me the more I buy.
Ice is nice, so it is said, but it demands its pound of flesh until there's no flesh to give and they bury your bag of bones.
Cindy Long Mar 26
You are all I think about.
Your skilled hands smoothing down my body,
Your intense stare committing my soul to memory,
Your praising words filling me with confidence.
I'll do anything to please you-
Compulsive obsessive obedience.
You are my reason for being.
Without your regulations I'd be in misery,
Without your guidance I'd chip away into nothing.
Without your support what would be the point of breathing?
I can't live without you-
Claustrophobic choking.
You're my everything.
My will, my strength, I depend entirely on you.
My future, my reason why, hell, you hung the moon.
My rock, my caretaker, butterflies endlessly flapping.
My heart beats so **** fast-
Palpitations over exceeding.
You took your time,
sanding me down nice and smooth,
filing away all my knobs and flaws.
Holding me in your angelic claws.
You used such procision,
Splinting my posture,
Stringing my limbs to your cross.
Prooving to me that you are my God.
I would lie for you, my love.
I would die for you, my love.
My love.
  Feb 19 Cindy Long
kiran goswami
Poetry is not the blood you bleed,
Poetry is the bandaid you need.
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