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Sep 2023
It’s cold outside in the weather tonight.
I’m out of my self and the fear inside
Will take over, over my flesh.
I don’t know how long it will be til’ I have nothing left.
I fall asleep, I wake, I dream;
Until there will be another peace;
Until my soul will fall at ease
I sleep, I wake, for you I long my soul to take.
For this man has pleasured my hauntings.
And until dawn I will stay awake
For you I long “TAKE IT.”

Fall asleep my darling and close your eyes.
As I turn off the lights, sleep deeply
For I shall invade your dreams, as you did mine.

For these hauntings are real, and did you feel anything?
As I slept, I had awoken with a simple haunting.

It wasn’t me, it was you
Now you must come and “FACE YOUR DOOM.”
As a microphone, and a man’s deep voice
Loud and rusty, trust me.
This is what you’ve been wanting, “FEAR ME.”

You have done what you’ve decided, now watch.
Remmy, boy what have you done?
Have you taken my life, and watched it fall to pieces?

Take my hand, we’ll travel the moon
And hopefully we’ll get there soon.

Dark alleys, cold valleys,
With mud dirt and snow.
Your body I drag, as flashes turn to slashes in my mind.

I just sit, pause and cry, your body it waits,
for its meaningless escape.

I see your head, from toe to face.
As I long for rest, I lie on your chest
You hold my hand, and you died in my arms
And you could have guessed, I did love him so
But the heart problem, I may have caused him
I just need you to know, I did not grow up,
I stayed the same and for that, I am the one to blame.
That boy his funeral, a quarter til’ ten
And there he lay in a coffin, his death was my fault.
So as they enter him into the ground, I cry and sob without a sound.

I miss him dearly and reminisce
How I lied there still, on his chest.
With his red shirt on, and his dark blue jeans, is it what it seems
Its just like, Romeo and Juliet and here comes the best part yet.

So I lay in my bedroom, quiet as a mouse
And I didn’t make a peep in this empty house.
I have nothing left, as my blood drips,
From the bedpost to the floor, I cry and sob no more.

There lay my body, right beside his, and a quarter til’ ten
The funeral was mine, they throw in their pennies, and their dimes.
Into the fountain,the pit the coins lay.
And they missed us on that day.

He took my hand,and we danced around the trees
Remmy and I, we lie under sunsets and shadows of trees, an outlined shape of Remmy,
And one of me and some days we’d pull the leaves right off of trees,
Because here it was winter, spring, fall and summer.
There were different rooms and different season,
For Remmy and I to be pleased in.

So, this pond we had, right by the trees,
In this room the bees didn’t sting,
I ran from Remmy, as he chased me,books fell from the sky they were history.
As the sun went down, when we held each other as we fell asleep
We slept, we dreamed.
And that was the day the scars fell off my face.

The day the scars fell off of my face, we loved more and we changed.
The love we had, just wouldn’t go away
As on earth, the anger would take hold of me
My insides would burst out and **** me,
My veins would bleed out my insides.
And sometimes I would try and try, but the stress built up
And as you died in my arms
Maybe this was, why I was alarmed.
So I take this noose,and i hang as I try.
Remmy holds my hand, and watches me as I fly.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  32/F
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