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Two mental breakdowns
In as many years;
The ECT, she
Knows too well; the dark

Corridors; the sharp
Broken mirrors, all
Reflecting different
Selves; the slashed wrist;

Bath-almost-drowning
Business; the white
Coated nurse and docs
And the tricks up their

Long thin sleeves; and the
Emptiness inside
With the long slow fall
Into that so long

Awaited and wished for
Oblivion and
No more echoes from
The sad ghostly dead.

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Worried Sand

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Emily Gaylord

Worried Sand

I sit in a worried sand
I remain ever sinking deeper within my mind, in a relentlessly ceasing less void of gaping curiosity dominating my predominate view and clouding my vision with irrelevant focus toward foolish, feeble, fanatical finds that feverishly ****** my full fancy. I carelessly cast aside the light that should yield me smiles and giggles. With joy and of true happiness. But those hopes have evaded me and are consistently escaping my grasp due to my own self preservations. In conclusion, I'm the block to my own happiness. I am the key to my future. I just need to find the door to open it...

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Marionette's Encore

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Dani Greaves

Marionette's Encore

Back into your arms
is where I seem to be headed.
I know what I seek
is also to be dreaded.

Is it true this time?
'Cause I won't be fine
if you're just spitting off
yet another round of lines.

Though it seems ever real,
I could be naive...
would not be the first time
you just up and leave.

But that was on me,
what I didn't see
was I wasn't your puppet.
You're you and I'm me.

But here's to a chance,
yet another dance.
Boy, you got what it takes
to render me tranced.

First draft written April 29, 2012. Work in progress.

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Provocation, Desensitization

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Dani Greaves

Provocation, Desensitization

The words you whispered
from the lips that kissed her
sparked a romantic essence.

The skin you touched
knew nothing such,
for it was that of an ever unique presence.

The words you whispered
left her heart blistered;
contrary to actions that you displayed.

The skin you touched
feels nothing much,
for only the print where your hand was stayed.

And the lady you charmed,
left abandoned and harmed,
lies numb in the tears that you carelessly drew...

As you skip away with your romance anew.

Written February 20, 2012.

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

.apologetic.

May 2012 Folorunsho Obalugemo

Jae Elle

.apologetic.

catch the falling
star
that was caught up
in your dreams
& promise to reveal the
living devil in your
screams
so I can lay with you
until the dawn
bleeds through your
silver curtains

I am not to trust my
own sun-kissed
skin
& you are not to
fall for what I led you to
give in
when all we have left
are the lonely
prospects
of empty bottles
& long, long records
playing for only
us to hear

remember that
I love you

remember what
I've seen

the blood beneath the
burrowed breath

& all we kept
serene