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Michelle Apr 2020
Gently course upon
a gentle stream.
If you had known then,
dear Traveler,
would you have the wisety now?
Michelle Apr 2020
Safety in the arms of a screaming mother.
I watched from the rocking log
as the water tore the rocks down.
Down, down, down, drown.
The nightmare continues as the
dark alley opens.
For the girl who just wanted to go home.
Home, home, home. She was-
Grown far away from the ocean.
But as the water tears at the land,
It lover her.
And cries.
Ruth George, a University of Illinois at Chicago college student, was killed after ignoring a man’s catcalls in a parking garage.
Michelle Apr 2020
Fact is stranger than fiction.
Quentin sits for days trying to think of a plot,
As dazed and twisted as his.
And should the Tiger King take Quentin under his wing,
I am sure that Quentin's mouth will be searching for teeth.
(but then again, don't you think Quentin is a tad bit
old?)
Benevolent monarch, with peasants made of fur.
Boldy he strays upon a kingdom never his.
And the peasants,
They have no choice
Have no voice,
Nothing but the strength to look the Tiger King's
Advisor in the eye
as they say
"Goodbye".
And good old Carole Baskin watches.
From a pedestal of brie and champagne:
Money money money! Shower it.
Just not on the tigers.
No money for the peasants.
No money for the ******.
Michelle Apr 2020
Love
Knows nothing of time.
When I see you again, it
Shall be a whole eternity-
But yet, no more than a
Moment past our last
Goodbye.
I have something to tell you.
What is it?
You will remember me forever.
Michelle Apr 2020
She held out her arm,
To be poked by the robot.
"Tell me my symptoms my symptoms
My heartache,
My pain-
Tell me that put together
They all make sense."
The robot gave but a quizzical glare.
A dead stare through emotion so dense.
It analyzed the data,
The beep boop menagerie.
"You're human."
Was all the robot could see.
Doctor, doctor! Tell me it is not so.
Why is my heart in tact,
When it is so broken?
Michelle Apr 2020
We breathe in fear.
    Inhale the powdery mist,
    Trying to see through distorted rays of light.
    Fear has turned day into night,
    Angels into mere flaky shadows
    Oh how does sunshine light an alleyway hidden in the recesses of DetroitChicago land?
    Eyes, lungs, arms reaching for familiarity
    But scared, that this, that this,
    Is reality,
    Unreality,
    Our reality.

— The End —