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At the nexus where the planets collide
I find myself, whirling into a spiral galaxy of thoughts.

He is at his writing-desk on Mercury
I pull his hand away from the liquid-silver ink he writes with-
he has been making poetry again.

I dance with him on Venus, our toes
sinuously tracing a path through the clouds.

We visit Earth, home of
past lovers and sad memories, but it leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

we fight on Mars, after I ask him,
"Why didn't you ever take me on adventures before?"
"Why didn't you ever ask?" but he doesn't see that
I did ask, only with my eyes, not my voice.

on Jupiter thunder applauds as gravity tugs us
closer
and closer together.

on Saturn we visit my father, who says to him:
a new era has begun. delight in her, and she will draw rings around you
she will encircle you with her affection

on Uranus we picnic through an eternal
vernal spring and the sky laughs with him.
the stars flicker with his shaking belly.

on Neptune I smother his soft cheek with kisses as he drifts to sleep
and floats awake, and I sink deeper in love because his kisses taste like pink seashells.

I reach Pluto and wake up from my ardent dreaming;
press my palms to the glass of my bedroom window.
My body is frigid- not from the ice of outer space- but
from the harsh October wind, and the realization
that this was only a dream.
She loved it on him

Made her want to sin

He fulfilled her every whim

Always gave in

How he feels without her

Snuggled in its hue

Sitting in her chair

Such a sad view

The colour of her kitchen

He smiles unknowingly

Remembers her *******

Though always wittily

Her perfume simply called blue

Lingers in the air

He dabs a tear or two

Imagines sniffing her hair

Parents called her Violet

How could they have known

Her favourite palette

And she not grown

Jarred out of his reverie

A clapping of tiny feet

His hand taken lovingly

As she dances to her own beat

Violets legacy, beautiful

Her eyes a gorgeous shade

He called her Belle

Can’t believe what they’ve made

He drinks her eyes in

That colour unique

Breaks into a grin

His future not so bleak
I called. No answer.
Tried to give love a new chance.
It did not go well.
 Feb 2014 Rebekah Elizabeth
gd
I tried to
make a playlist
of all the songs
that reminded
me of you
for the sole
purpose of burning
them entirely
and listening to
the rest in peace,
but I realized
every single one
was laced with
your name
so I ended up
burning everything
to the ground
and it still
wasn't enough
to get you out
of my head.
 Feb 2014 Rebekah Elizabeth
MD
I was sleeping
On a cold December night
When the demons crawled
Into my body
They entered through my mouth
They scratched their way
Down my throat
And landed in my heart
And my stomach
I awoke the next morning
Feeling different
I was sad
I did not want to get out of bed
And get ready for school
I did not want to socialize
Or wear anything but pajamas
Now don't get me wrong
I had been sad before
So I figured this would last
Just a day
But the next night
The demons took over my flesh
And began to claw at my wrists
 Feb 2014 Rebekah Elizabeth
Allie
Everyone wants to know if she's okay.
She's fine.
It's a reflex,
but inside the monster is raging.
He wants her to hurt herself
but not visibly so she can keep saying she's fine.

She wonders why the monster has so much control
but she knows.
The monster is the only person she has,
the only man who has stuck by her.
The monster reminds her
that all they've ever shown her is pain.

She's rid herself of the monster for good...
If she was able.
If he was gone she could take chances!
in life, in love,
in general.
But he continues to control her every second
with the death grip he has on her life.

She feels herself running out of time.
Soon her monster will smother her
and she has to get rid of him.
Or else.
Hello?
No, my monster replied.
Too formal.
Hi?
But why, my monster replied.
I need a reason.
Excuse me miss,
Got the time?
Why am I so nervous?
This should be easy.
How could I possibly ***** up this?
Just go say something.
Anything.
Compliment her?
That'll seem weird, my monster replied.
She'll think you're a creep.
I'm just trying to say hi.
What kind of person can't start a simple conversation?
My monster replied.
Me.
That's who.
And you know why?
I replied..
because of you.
A monster came out from under my bed,
all hairy and ugly and oh so red.
He ran to my closet and ate all my clothes
then back to my bed he was tickling my toes.
I was so afraid he might suddenly eat me,
There was nowhere to go where he couldn’t see.
He threw all my toys in a great big sack
And told me meanly they’d never be back.
Then he looked at my desk and suddenly smiled
And seemed to be happy or maybe beguiled.
He looked in my eyes and pointed at me,
“give me your laptop and I will let you be”
I loved my laptop a gift from my mom
I stared in his eyes feeling so dumb.
I was no longer scared now I was mad,
Monsters aren’t fun when they behave so bad.
So I took out my bat and put on my new shoes
and said to the monster, “guess what you lose”.
One swat on the noggin and he was out cold
I keep my toys because I was bold.
It pays to be brave and never have fear
But be careful at night when a monster is near.

HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN
to my Grandaughters
Copyright Jan/2014
WHC
The moon breaks through the window with luminosity
Your chest rises and falls lightly with every calming breath
My pale fingers trace your gorgeous skin as I lay awake
I blink with every inhale of breath your sleeping body takes
Our legs are tangled together to keep us from moving apart

My fingers seem to trail towards your collar bones
Chirping crickets and hissing cicadas fill the silent void
My colorless lips tug into a smile for you have awoken
Your lips lure towards my ear in a swift manner
Words of love and wishes for the future pour from your lips

And we end the night with a simple kiss
let them dance
with masks on their face.
let them hide
behind the music,
inside their turtle shells.

but I still crave
still crave the feeling of freedom
still itch to burst out above the surface
still edge to stretch my wings
to take off my mask

let them feel safe
just a masked confession of the heart
dancing to the rhthym
content with prosaic waltz

but I still crave
still crave to tango and salsa
still prefer to breathe passionately
still choosing sprinkles over vanilla
to unveil what is under the mask
to be Real. and Me. and Original.
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