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 Oct 2016 naeuta
AnnaMarie Jenema
The massive door  cries its opposition as it squeaks open,
The white walls and ceilings loom over me,
a small figure in a brilliant foreground.
Walking into the common room I find a large couch,
uninhabited.
I am a lone echo wandering these empty halls searching for the other guests.
But none of them are to be found.
A eerie sensation follows me,
Eyes roaming the room,
targeting me.
I am not alone.
As though reading my thoughts,
shadows creep out into the open,
The missing guests stand before me.
Friendly faces twist into snarls,
Smiling  with menacing lips.
Each of them accounted for.
Each of them a close friend of mine.
With a quaky voice I whisper a hello,
only to see their grimaces grow.
Something cool is suddenly pressed into my stomach,
The metallic smell rises as I clutch the wound and collapse.
All of them,
Were Murders.
Prompt: All of them were murders
 Oct 2016 naeuta
Styles
Whisper
 Oct 2016 naeuta
Styles
A warm whisper
so close to your ear
your soul can hear
and your heart can feel
that I mean it.
 Oct 2016 naeuta
AnnaMarie Jenema
When we think of a broken heart,
We believe the pieces must have been shattered by a crush or ex.
What of the mother who was never there for you?
Who brings new drama into light with the passing of each day?
What of the days she promises to see you dance,
but when the curtains rise,
she's no where to be seen?
The mother who gave a teenager Winnie the Poo toys,
And refuses to listen to your advice
because you'll aways only be her babygirl
but not really .. because she'll never drop what she's doing to see you.
But not truly because you are not her sun,
nor are you of importance to her.
You are simply the product of a bad night with the wrong person.
That invisible daughter who lives somewhere else.
She will never drive over to see you,
It will be on her terms,
or never.
But that's fine.
Your used to it.
Loneliness is how you grew up.
Floating in a bubble of love from your adoptive parents,
who though they try their hardness,
can never fill the empty space your mother made when she left you.
And that's life.
It can be disappointing and cruel.
You just need to keep walking and be okay.
'Sweeping life under the rug'
Until you can't fit any more under,
and your covered heart must react,
and so you take it out on those around you.
A sister who loved you and cares for you,
thrown to the ground.
Hurting those who you would never want to,
Until it eats you alive to the point of seeking help.
And yet, she will never change.
Broken hearts can come from broken families.
 Oct 2016 naeuta
kaycog
slums
 Oct 2016 naeuta
kaycog
drawn in
breathed out
whispers
hush, shhhh
creep around the corner
inhale
hit the wall
held tight
soft steps
heavy heart
weighed down
back pressed
hard building
barriers
walk away
brisk pace
gloomy alley
drip drip drip
worn walls
sewer water
creep around the corner
hush, shhhh
murky puddle
sneak a peak
creep around the corner
inhale
exhale
don't look away
 Oct 2016 naeuta
kaycog
Some kind of joy
I saw in that elevator girl
like no other creature before
she had an ice cream cone
rocky road
marshmallow chocolate nut
chunky toothy grin
she found her happy place
on an elevator
with an ice cream cup
from baskin robins
it was large
at least three scoops
she laughed
elevated
spirit and body rising up
the levels
forget the rocky road
she was going
up
up
up
 Oct 2016 naeuta
kaycog
Marked Mouth
 Oct 2016 naeuta
kaycog
A tongue stamped tatooo
Branded deep behind her teeth
A name to swallow
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