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Nov 2011
“Nothing compares to
The way you make
Me feel”
She said with a grin
As he peeled off her skin
And dove into her soul
All the way to his heels
And she screamed with
Delighted fear
As he fought for air
And said “my dear,
I’ll love you forever.”

The cat sat in the window
As the spring flowers bloomed
And she marveled at
The cloud of doom
That had descended
On the room while
The canary lay dead
On the floor
In a beam of
Afternoon sun
Glowing red
Like the lead
That laid her to rest.

Infatuated with glitter
And dust
The lost soul
Skipped home
And passed the post-
Industrial relics
Of the past
In heaps of rust
And broken glass
And she was oblivious
To the fast moving
Motorists
And she stepped out
Just as the last
Arrived
And they all said
It was a miracle
She survived
But they couldn’t
See the demons
More alive than
Ever awakening
Inside her,
They poured out
And over
A world unprepared
For the beginning
Of the apocalypse
fueled by her love for
Feeling empowered.

God bless us all.
Mike Bergeron
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Mike Bergeron  DC
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