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Patricia Drake Apr 2013
He never knew
That I was there
Looking and wishing
To be everso near

He never knew
What I had planned
While observing so long
He would not understand

He never saw me
When I covered his face
In a sedating cloth
And dragged him to this place

He never resisted
I had given him a lot
So I might have the time
To prepare all I had got

He never knew
Until he came to his senses
Just how much I had wanted
To end my pretenses

Then he knew
How I had longed
How I had secretly yearned
How I felt that I had been wronged

Then he knew
That I would make him burn
For all that time
He had unknowingly
Made me yearn
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
RED
I don't know how
But my world
had turned
RED
When I woke up

Vertical stripes
Had been drawn
Down the walls
Towards the floor
And a pool
Sticky drying
Beneath them
And the spotted
Windows

In the mirror
The flowers
My hands
And my feet
Looked raw
Like I had escaped
Another world
To enter into
This
RED
with nails
And a gun

Wide awake
I crawled
and I escaped
Another one
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
ivory skin
did not foretell
how her touch
would burn
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
I cut myself
to see the blood
the contrast of red to the white
surface
to check
if there is still a heart beating
underneath the smooth
finish

I cut my children
but they don't notice
it is more like mental cropping.
I cut emotions
into bitesize portions
they can play with
and learn to become good
cutters themselves

My husband is a cutter too
he cuts attention
into little appetizers of affection
and serves it around
wearing a big generous smile
the biggest pieces are reserved
for the screen
and the xbox controller

I cut myself open
online
words gush out of the open wound
luring predators to feed
on dangerous conversations
inviting the Devil to join
as I don't trust the angels
who once lured me into this...
Author's note: I am not a cutter, nor do I cut or hurt my children. Cutting is to be seen as a metaphor for emotional neglect in a dysfunctional family.
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
magic sprung
from the words strung
between two
opposite fools
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
in her tower
Rapunzel is waiting
for a ******
revolution
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
I met a man one day
in a park
where we both watched the world
go by
as we sat on the bench
with dreamy eyes

He was telling stories
not just to me
but to the air
to the whole world present
that day in the park
and I stayed to listen
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