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 Apr 2016 stone the bear
Aoife
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 Apr 2016 stone the bear
Aoife
the home
we once lived in
with wardrobes in shambles
and drawers with clutter
is now empty.

i packed everyone's bags,
gathered the last pushpins
from the wall in the kitchen,
and went on with my life.

i made sure to grab
the books we'd hidden in the attic
as well as the photo album
you'd stashed under the floorboards.

i opened the curtains
and then swept the floors.
i made our bed for the last time
and collected the closings
of the dust on the mantelpiece
that nobody ever cleaned.

i got two extra boxes
for all of the medication unfinished.
i marked them "fragile", for they were glass capsules
containing the substance needed to keep my daughter alive.
but her illness didn't **** her.

i was well aware of the dog's bed,
and it found a place
in the passenger seat of my suv.
his quiet whimpers and cries
were all i heard that evening
as i drove away from what once was my life.

when i finally got to my feet again,
i returned to making dinner for myself.
i only knew how to cook for seven,
and i found tranquility in washing things in sevens.
now i made food for one
and washed for one.

i accidentally brewed two coffees this morning,
in hopes you were still here to take it
and laugh at me for making it too strong,
but you're not.
i awoke at noon the day before and sobbed,
for i was used to being awoken by child's laughter
and small bodies climbing into our bed.

tomorrow, i will bring your briefcase to work
and leave it on your desk.
i'll collect it when i go to leave
and frown at the fact you never opened it.
i'll dispatch you three times in the field,
but you won't respond.

i used to see our wedding day,
but now i see your funeral.
i used to see our children's births;
but i've gotten used to their bodies in morgues.

your physical features
become the trauma described during your autopsies,
and our family photos
became the ones used in the funeral program.

the home
we once lived in
with wardrobes in shambles
and drawers with clutter
is now a house;

a house with things
that even i can't pack away.
• this is based loosely on a story i am currently working on. my fanfiction is https://www.fanfiction.net/~hotchnerjareau , so check it to keep up with my works!
 Apr 2016 stone the bear
lk
Afraid
 Apr 2016 stone the bear
lk
afraid*
adj.* a·fraid
1. feeling fear or anxiety; frightened.

I’m Afraid...

of change
of leaving my home town
of having to start over
of talking to new people
of not finding somewhere to fit in
of being scolded for my interests
of people looking at my artwork
...
of people, in general

all they do is hurt, criticize, and unfairly judge
anyone who is different

But you see, I’m much more afraid that..
that one day you’ll hate me
that one day you will stop caring
that one day you’ll push me away
that one day you won’t need me
that one you won’t want to be around me
that one day you’ll find someone better

that one day you’ll completely move on
and leave me behind; especially since you’re
the only person who is keeping me going.
This is hard Kait.... what am I to do with myself?
 Apr 2016 stone the bear
lk
depression*
noun* de·press·ion
1. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason.

Depression, he is his own person,
Just as I am my own.
His voice whispering deep and low,
Telling me it alright, grasping my hands tight
Pulling me into a close embrace once again tonight

I always find myself running to him
with all my pain, problems, tears, and hurt,
Into his arms open wide.
Pulling him closer in hope of comfort.
Falling in love with him over and over.
But also wanting pushing away
In hope of finding escape from the pain.
But I wouldn't ever leave him,
In fear of being alone in the darkness once again.

Depression, for he is his own person,
Just as I am my own.
Seeking happiness is no longer an option you see,
For I am in love with him,
and him with me.
She's alone in the universe
She's so desolate in her mind
But I'm going into the void
To warm up her heart
That's frozen in the deep isolated part of space
Putting some life to her face
I'm here to rescue you
.



winds

Blowing thru

///

The graveyard yields it's dead

///

too numb

The poet falls face down

///

The brazen nakedness

Twitching soundlessly in the mud

<>

She never felt a thing

Fake love

Fake sorrow

//

Winds blow

The graveyard creaks and moans

//


We were dead before we died

Face down in the mud



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