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 Mar 2013 Sarah Pitman
Toe Cutter
In summer night's air kissed her hair still as death.
Like wolfs to a pack and moths to a flame we were drawn to the
madness just the same.

A thrill shared wreckless sings within the foolish
and prays apon the weak.
And so she saw a vision so very unclear.
Yerned to taste the demon yet never kiss the flame.

Faded tail light the ride always cast lighting from passions heat.
calm within the chaos her screams bleed through even still.
Night as backdrop velvet crushed my reason.

I closed the coffin  and bid farewell.
So begins my killing season.
From  the graveside  of Rebecca Lyn Whitmore
 Mar 2013 Sarah Pitman
Charliee
Ai .
 Mar 2013 Sarah Pitman
Charliee
They say a soul mate is there forever
Like going to a store and finding the best sweater
Yet I feel blown away by this weather
Boys claim to be men, but the men are no better
Is this the life?
What true love is meant to be?
Or am I the special one to wait and see?
A heart that beats a song of regret.
Brain that says maybe is better yet.
But as i sit here trying to forget.
I feel my eyes wondering to someone I just met.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Pitman
Preech
I think we should all semi-colon close brackets or capital D,
we need to make time to just be semi-colon capital P.
Just be happy, maybe even throw in a colon close brackets.
Refrain from creating stress with semi-colon capital S,
on hearing an opposing opinion don't be offended, semi-colon capital O.
Just accept it, let go, there is no need to be so semi-colon forward slash.
Turn that open brackets around, there's no need to frown,
drop that greater-than arrow and take things less seriously.
Seriously there are many things to less-than arrow three in this world,
don't overlook the little things. Appreciate them.
Give them an open brackets capital Y close brackets,
maybe even an asterisk applause asterisk.

Send out the message, keep up that semi-colon capital D.
Sweetheart--singles' night
Slick fake leather dream.
The long pink cigarette choked between
Passion-fire red top
And hell bent bottom lip

Delicious breath--
A car crash in your eyes.
The spike-heeled goddess who never loved roses.
You show your eye teeth in that
Slo gin smile.

Those thighs of yours speak to me
In another illegal language
A freight train made of flesh.
1997-ish

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