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Kirsten Claire Dec 2018
You're standing there
In a fitted navy polo
With a slight smile on your face
And dulled humor
My eyes take a snapshot
And add this photo
To the polaroids lining the wall
Of my mind

It is the last photo I have of you
Before you leave
Kirsten Claire Dec 2018
She whispers a truth
Into the silent air
Past the raging mountains
Through the badger's hole
Around the Redwood trees
To the not-yet-hatched birds
Under the bustling city
Until this truth has penetrated
Every crevice of this earth
And with one breath
She utters the words
"I am alive."
Kirsten Claire Nov 2018
He knocks
                                                          ­                                        She is hesitant
He hums a melody
                                                          ­    She peers through the hole to look
He smiles
                                                          ­                                               She smiles
He tilts his head like a puppy
                                                           ­                                             She laughs
He stands calmly
                                                          ­                     She creeks open the door
He holds out his palms
                                                           ­                          She sees they are bare
He looks at her
                                                             ­                                 She looks at him
He allows her the time she needs
                                                           ­                              She is grateful for it
He waits patiently
                                                       ­                                           She is nervous
He says nothing
                                                         ­                                         She is shaking
He sheds a tear
                                                            ­                                         She is crying
He knows exactly why
                                                             ­                              She shuts the door
He waits outside like the loyal puppy he is
                                                              ­     She leaves a rose while he sleeps

For even though her chamber had been violated before
By hands tainted with lust
This new loyal companion never forces
Never asks
Only respects
And waits patiently
Outside the doors to her sacred chamber

Even if she never opened the door
He would wait outside for an eternity
Because he loves her
With an undying loyalty
Grounded at the core of true love lies loyalty.
Kirsten Claire Nov 2018
How could one lover
Cause her more tears
Than her father on his deathbed?
Love is strange.
Kirsten Claire Nov 2018
He is a warrior
And I am glad to fight
The battles of life at his side
Kirsten Claire Nov 2018
Her hands in shackles
Crumpled to her knees
She begs him
Pleads with him
For a love she cannot have
Because he's locked her heart in a chest

With one hand he holds the chest
And her chains in the other
Wielding both at his disposal

1-12-2019
It's my hope that no one falls into an abusive relationship like this.
Kirsten Claire Nov 2018
With a pen in her hand
She is ready to put her heart on the page
But no words come
For they had been stolen
Before she could even write
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