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Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
Wading,
maybe the proper word is waiting.
Waiting with rock filled pockets, holding heavy onto my hips,
ocean wrapping itself tenderly around me just like my mother used to,
fingers and body disappearing beneath the transparent water.

Nature slipping down my throat causing fire brushed lungs,
eyes turned up to the sky, a silent goodbye.
No more wading, no waiting.
Only sharp pain dulling,
tiredness becomes peace.
Capsizing.
The tag hanging on my big toe
That's the only way you'll ever know my name
Turning blue along the edges
Sick sick sick
I'm sick in a way you don't understand
Only once I'm forever asleep
Will I let you hold my hand
I'm just afraid to poison you with all the pain I have inside
You don't deserve what I have
But I deserve to die
So I'll meet you in the morgue once the night is over
Red bracelets around my wrist
But my heart full of yearning wanting you closer
I'll give the coroner a special order
To give my bleeding heart to you
Forever yours
Can't breathe anymore
My last breath was saturated with the taste of you
The tag hanging on my toe
That's the only way you'll ever know
Who I am
Without you
Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
Warning!
Her mouth spews thunder while sunken eyes flash brighter than lightning.
Warning!
The fury that stirs within her could tear down houses faster than a twister. Believe me,
no force is strong enough to stop her once the wind picks up.
Warning!
This woman is a perfect storm.
Every time she cries, tears hail from her eyes, so untamed it could drown cities.

But he loves it.
He loves that no amount of restraint can stop her winds from exhuming trees from the earth.
He loves that there are not enough words to subdue the typhoon that envelops her head.
How courageous it is to stand in the eye of the storm showing no signs of fear, even more courageous when you lie with that storm every night.

You see,
I am that tornado ripping a part everything in my path.
I **** the sun out of the sky through a straw that is my own mind and leave nothing left behind but grey.
It is not a noble feat to love me. You do not get praise for standing out in the storm.
I never asked you to wait in the rain.
I never promised you a rainbow.
When you met me I blared my flash flood warning and handed you and umbrella.
I told you that I am like nature,
layered and unpredictable.

So when you come to me,
with a smile on your face saying that you've weathered the storm,
don't say I didn't warn you
when you hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
Sometimes when you can't sleep at 4am you listen to the thunder and pretend that you are as beautifully intricate as nature.
Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
Like a wilting rose,
your petals break and cascade
from your too tired body.

Isn't it funny how things,
are most beautiful
right before they
die.
Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
When in nature,
chameleons will alter their original form,
in order to survive.

If you placed her next to those miraculous creatures,
she would put their shape shifting to shame.

For as long as she could remember,
she camouflaged her colors so she could survive.

She bended and molded to be
whatever people wanted her to be.

The problem with this is,
after the threat has gone,
chameleons will once again return to their truest form.

But for her it's always survival of the fittest.
And if you asked her,
She wouldn't know which colors,
truly belonged to her,
Anymore.
Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
Tiredness has made a playground of my body.

Constantly jumping on my bones.
Kimberly Semiday Aug 2016
He looked at me and said, "don't worry I'll be around."

I didn't have the courage to tell him that maybe I won't.
Snippet of my book.
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