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Priya Patel Mar 2011
I dread walking alone to my car late at night
The lot is so massive and always scarce of light
I reach into my purse and fumble for my keys
Wait, what was that!  I dropped to my knees  
I peered into the darkness but no one was there
But I know what I heard, I'm going nowhere
There it is again! Footsteps somewhere behind me
Oh my God, where is my car, where could it be
I saw by a lamppost in the dim parking lot
A shadow of a man holding something he bought
In a brown paper bag he reached deep inside
And pulled out a knife; I knew I had to hide
I scampered behind one of the cars beside me
I could see him glance around and hoped he couldn't see
Fear crept along the spine of my back
I saw him toss aside the brown paper sack
He walked closer towards me and I wanted to scream
Is this really happening; it feels like a dream
I was going to die right here right now
I can't let this happen, someway somehow
If I'm going to escape, I must do something soon
Before I come face to face with that fierce looking goon
I crawled under a car and held a can of mace
He was walking towards me at a snails pace
Ahhhh he grabbed my foot and dragged me from under the car
He twisted me around and all I saw was his scar
A deep red **** along the side of his face
That's it I'm going to die in this god awful place 
He grabbed me by the hair and I kneed him in the crotch
I saw him reach up the knife and I was too scared to watch
I kicked him again and fought with all my might 
But he was so strong and put up a good fight
Determined I am to make it through this day
I punched him in the face and I heard him say
I'm going to **** you now and you will never be found
I sprayed the mace into his eyes and he fell to the ground
It is you who will die, you thought you were smart
I reached for the knife and stabbed him in the heart
My whole body was shaking as he took his last breath
I could feel all around me the stench of death
The police found me later passed out with the knife
I am writing this now as I serve twenty to life
It was my husband I killed on that very day
But I do not regret it, he deserved to die that way
Day after day the abuse got worse
I knew that I would soon someday burst
I sit here each day from this tiny cell
And live out my life from this prisoned hell
Priya Patel Mar 2011
Pitter patter, pitter patter
I awoke this morning 
To the soft tapping of water
Against the many panes
Of my bedroom windows

The sound is mesmerizing
Pitter patter, pitter patter
I watched and listened silently
As rivulets of water chased
Each other in a race to the end

The rumbling of thunder is followed
By sudden flashes of bright lights
Pitter patter, pitter patter
The skies are singing me a song
The many sounds a unique symphony

Endless streaks of water
Float like clouds down the panes
For moments at a time it is quiet, then
Pitter patter, pitter patter
The chasing of water continues

Wrapped in my warm fuzzy blanket
I sit on a benchseat by the window
Watching the rain cleanse away
All of the previous days' stresses
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Priya Patel Mar 2011
As the tempermental moods
Of March dissapear
The torrential rains
Of April reappear

May will gladly gift us
With buds and blooms to adore
While June and July showers us
With sunshine galore

August and September promises
Us with the many colors of Fall
While October tries to scare us
Asking ghosts and goblins to call

With November comes endless thanks
For all the love and smiles year long
And now finally December
Christmas cheer to all
Priya Patel Mar 2011
I awoke this morning
With the wind touching my face
A cool breeze waking me up,
As if shards of ice were blowing kisses. 
Touching my face, eyes, shoulders;
anywhere the warm flannel sheets forgot to protect
The morning light urges my eyes 
to open and I realize the windows
were left up to let the breezes in
Wrapping a sheet around me,
I shiver from the cool crisp air
And walk to the bench by the window 
Humming birds are practicing a duet
Such a beautiful sound to wake up to. 
The wind blows thru my hair 
And kisses my eyes. 
Good morning she says. 
Good morning ...
Priya Patel Mar 2011
Subtle like the drifting of clouds 
You slipped into my senses
Quietly, like whispers in the wind
You exposed my wall of defenses
In you, I was expecting nothing
And fought so many forgotten emotions
Within you, I found everything
And gave in to your passionate notions
You bathed me in this luminous light
And patiently, you helped me to see
That while I was lost, stumbling in the dark
There lay loves possibility
Priya Patel Mar 2011
Come close to me my darling love
For I have waited for you so long
To hold me, touch me, wrap me up
In your arms where I belong

I long to lose myself again
In the scent of your desire
To Touch your skin and fan the flames
Of this never ending fire

Your lips I crave to kiss me here
My lips to kiss you there
Your nakedness against my own
Touching me everywhere

We gaze into each others eyes
As you prepare me with your caresses
Your name I whisper again and again
As my body yours possesses
Priya Patel Mar 2011
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways ...

It is all the unspoken words
You whisper to my heart
And in the distance between us
That is keeping us apart

It's the way your smile melts
Any fears that I may have
And in the joy you express
Each and every time I laugh

It's in the inexplicable way
You look at me, sometimes unaware
That I myself am locked
In the passion of your stare

It's in the way your fingers
Slide softly down my face
Memorizing my features
Touching each and every place

Its in those very first moments
When we knew something was there
In that very first kiss
That reached me everywhere

There are no words enough
And not enough days
But moments in time
To express the many ways
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