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He was so perfect, he was the shinning sun. and i was a speck of dust. and maybe to him; i was a flower
and maybe that why we departed, i was just a flower, and he wanted the  ocean.
and i felt like a peck of dust when in reality i am the stares that lite up the dark night.
and almost like magic, i found the dark night, and he lets me shine, and lit him up;
both at the same time.

-Desirea Fox
for the person who cheated on you or replaced you or didn't realize what you really were worth; and when he left you realized how much you were worth. something like that...
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Broken heart misery,
a tape that's on replay,
starts off beautiful,
ends in a symphony of tears.
Familiar voices blur
and dissolve
In the cauldron of time.
Distant and Distorted
the fumes rise
and metamorphose into
Animals with Masks.
Pull them off! Rip them!
Expose their naked monstrous faces
They run for cover.
One old witch
predicts success
Another fame
And a third- fortune

I lose myself
in the past and the future;
the present- a suspended moment
That does not exist.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Lady Macbeth washed her hands
cleaner than Pontius Pilate
with a new improved, bio-enzyme
oxy-bursting, 99.9% germ-scouring
recommended by dermato-logists
scented with rose attar
oils from Arabia
and spermaceti soothing
unguents from long dead whales.

She’s going to the nail bar
for a manicure and application
of semi-permanent, diamond-
tipped, acrylic base-coated
in red blood enamel.

She’ll scratch
and etch rich tattoos
on her husband’s back
with every ******, he will shudder
with pain and delight
He’ll soon forget long, dark nights
bewitched by ghosts and ambition.

© M.L. Emmett
Alternate views of Literature
Take my hand and come with me
Racing hearts and butterflies
Underneath a willow tree
Embracing love with starry eyes

Losing ourselves to the night
Overcome by passion's flow
Visions of love in moonlight
Enamored under tender glow
My heart finally healed but it's once again shattered
I showed my true self but it didn't even matter.
I thought I'd found love but instead I found sadness,
the butterflies are dead now my mind is all madness.
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