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Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Therapy

She had been there before
Tried to reach him
Tried to knock
Be polite
No one answered
It didn't seem urgent

She knocked again
Louder
She had no key
And it was urgent
She had to get inside
To reach him

She bruised badly
But the door finally caved
To victory!
And she called him
But all was silent
Contradictory

She looked around
At regret
Countless sacrifices
Mindless mutilations
Upon a false altar
Rejected by God

He was nowhere
Only an echo
In the horrid remnants
Of his experiment
With love
She had to get out
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
... Or a black hole
In timespace
A supermassive
Imploding thought
Paradox
Pulling
Realities in
And bending all rules
Of existence
Along a splendid
Event horizon.

A single atom
With mass
And gravitational pull
Equalling a large mountain
Devouring all light
Unless friction
of objects heated
From falling
And interaction
Sparks light
Perplexingly fantastic
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Her place
was among the stacks of books
And paper
In the living room
But she saw
The bedroom door ajar
And she snuck in
To dream
Under the covers

She slept
And left unnoticed
But she left trace
Her fiery hair fell
Everywhere
On the sheets
And on his pillow
Revealing
Her trespass
Their secret
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Chiroptera

They are born with hand like
Wings of membrane clad digits
they spread to fly
Aviated, navigated
For nocturnal hunts
In perfect darkness
Where others feign

They cry a pulse
Echolocating
Mates or competition
Images of prey
And images of space
The night returns their sound

They are quick
Delicate wings
Stretch to out maneuver
Enemy or prey
But membrane tissue tears easily
Sensitive skin with receptors
Like fingertips
Small tears regrow... regenerate
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Sweet tickle of suspense

Nerves transmitting
f
lashes
of adrenaline

As I           enter
read         perceive

Words

Letters like opiates sent through

Ve
ins

Syllables become
words become
Sentences become
Unthinkable      to separate

Worlds

Impossible to leave
Suspense
seems jealousy driven

Fuels my
AD
DIC
TION

my creation
image
simulation
OF

improbable scenarios

Impropriety.    (     )     fantasies

Unfit for real life.
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
That one night I took a shortcut
Through the open and moonlit park
From my friends I had been lost but
I just wanted to get past the dark

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a sound
Of footsteps not far behind me
To look I turned around
But nothing did I see

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I continued to walk
Ignoring the sound in the leaves
It was a gigantic shock
When hands on me wandered like thieves

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I tried to push him away
When upon me temptation he cast
My senses got blurred,  thoughts went astray
Succumbing to His will and fast

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I saw his terrible face
Furrowed and darkened by time
Still his countenance bore a trace
Of something appealing to mine

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I gave mySelf to Him
Bedazzled by words so sweet
I followed His every whim
And let him have me bleed

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a church bell call
So distantly played its tune
And on my knees it made me fall
I had to leave under the treacherous moon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I  bade Him let me go
Under the treacherous moon
He laughed at me and let me know
He would keep me at least until noon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night He tortured my body and soul
His words were like poisonous spears
His tongue paved His way to His devious goal
He unleashed and tamed my fears

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That morning when the daylight broke
My spirit had fallen to Him
And as the people in town awoke
My hopes of escape grew dim

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day at noon when the sun was high
The devil let go of my hand
His mark He had left inside my thigh
It looked like a crimson band

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day I finally left the park
Martered and trembling from pain
Forever I would stay out of the dark
Afraid that He'd find me again

The Devil He dwells in the shadows...
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Afterwards
                   Spread across sheets
Ripped
Burst

She is
Absolutely
                        Perfect
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