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Aug 2018 · 343
We are not punching bags
Cynthia Aug 2018
5 fingers rise
As I clench on to my bra shutting my eyes
Waiting for his palm to contact my skin
I prepare myself within
Slightly I open my eye trembling
He bitterly laughs saying ‘oh dear Evelyn’
I watch in horror shouting a cracked please
Falling into my knees
His hand balled into fists
Heedlessly his powered fists rammed into my cheek
Making my head shriek
I watch in slow motion as my blood flew to the floor
Suddenly I notice the innocent at the back door
Silently crying
Complying
My tears fall in sync with the blood from my nose
Enough......
As the demon in me arose
Aug 2018 · 238
Real love
Cynthia Aug 2018
The hem of my skirt gently lifts
The tranquil air greased my skin
As flashes started invading my mind
I watched as we both fell on the grass
You began to carelessly tickle my sides
Slowly I lift my shirt to feel your missing contact
Forcefully I tear my eyes back to the imagination
‘Please!’ I remember begging hysterically
Then you softly planted kisses on my exposed skin
I could feel your melting lips on my neck
Like it was yesterday
A tear rolled down
As my skins memory flooded in
You leaned your ear unto my growing belly
Beat by beat
You smiled and kissed our formation
The sun began to leave us
You placed diamonds on my wrist
‘Always and forever’
I look down with blurry eyes
Where is the Forever?
Aug 2018 · 214
The calm before the storm
Cynthia Aug 2018
She danced in the halcyon days
Lacking sense of the coming blaze
Left hand right hand
Twisting and turning in the fruitful land
She spreads her wings
Oh...Life playing the right strings
Soon she began to rise
Reaching for the highs
Before she could reach a threshold
Life’s warmth froze from the cold
Eagles purpose cut off
With nothing but a whooping cough
Watching as her happiness went down the drain
She got up.....it’s never late to try again
Aug 2018 · 178
Life....now
Cynthia Aug 2018
I’ve forgotten how the sun feels against my skin
I’ve missed the chills the breeze gives
My ears beg to listen to the tweeting birds
Mind seems to have lost the memory of sight
Trees swaying, children playing
But now,
Smell of fresh cigarettes
The caffeine filled air,
We are stuck behind these grey walls
As each sun sets,
So does part of us
Starting with our reality
Aug 2018 · 184
Saddled
Cynthia Aug 2018
Everything is never ending
Like the love I don’t have for you
The residue of my broken heart
Gently resides of the palms of another
The other,
Who doesn’t have the ability to vision the gift my heart procures.
The other,
Who is captivated with the lust she radiates
The other,
Who will settle for a processed heart rather than the rawness mine bears  
The other,
Who doesn’t even appreciate the spelling of my name.
For a moment I thought,
Why give my heart to the blind one
After all maybe somethings have an ending
Maybe something that was once folded and tucked away could be dusted
That moment has become a reality
Aug 2018 · 884
Message to the opposite
Cynthia Aug 2018
I’m a girl
Doesn’t mean my mind pleads for a twirl
I’m a girl with a heart
Doesn’t mean it and the body want to be apart
I’m a girl with a different body from yours
Doesn’t mean it’s there for your chores
I’m a girl with style
Why can’t I be in jeans walking down the aisle
I’m a girl with needs
Doesn’t mean I can’t work to sew seeds
I’m a girl with pride
Doesn’t mean you should throw my words aside
I’m a girl who is playful
Doesn’t mean I’m unfaithful
I’m a girl with insecurities
Doesn’t mean lying is part of my abilities
I’m an enchanting girl
Doesn’t mean my nudes is for you to swirl
I’m a girl
That’s just the difference
Aug 2018 · 180
Alleviate
Cynthia Aug 2018
I wasn’t sure I’ll be okay again,
Even through my bumps, tall walls and cane
You still managed to find me at the edge
Heart in the ground beging to be dredged
From the corner of my weary eye,
I watched you pick my up heart, why?
You smiled and whispered “the storm will pass”
Somehow a small smile started to grow like grass
You took my halting heart and placed it in my palms
Then I listened as you read me the book of psalms.

— The End —