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 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
My Drug
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
How can he wipe days of heartache with just a smile and a hug...
He sweeps everything under the rug
With a careless shrug
At my heartstrings he manages to tug
Even with a mean mug
He looks smug
He knows he’s my drug
Just like I’m his eternal snug
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
You tease me
with fleeting kisses
You whisper in my ears
your dearest wishes
You profess to love
all my broken pieces
You keep saying
you’ll keep your promises
So why am I in tears
just like your ex misses?
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
Unloading
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
i care what people think
i'm now standing at the brink
in one hand p'haps my last drink
my mind and heart out of sync
n'er been a great swimmer so maybe i'll sink
my eyes move to the sky, strangely pink
even if i want to, i can’t blink
until i hear the distant clink
wait, where am i? aloud i think
in my office, says the shrink
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
Period
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
you came
you saw
and you left

i cried
i stayed
and i conquered
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
Flawed
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
We were two peas in a pod
Trying to beat the odds
Because we didn’t pray
to the same god
People called us frauds
But couldn’t they see
they were as much flawed
as us two broads?
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
Release
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Zia
A river of sins
coursing in my veins
you’re slowly
creeping
under my skin
Your hands
the firing pin
I beg
up to my chin
to release me
oh! my king
‘fore the
adrenaline
swallows me
within
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Juhlhaus
Hangs over head by a solitary hair
Pommel set with Lucifer's star
Crossguard of the crescent moon
The Blade a king's interminable doom
On January 31, 2019 in the darkness before dawn I witnessed the triple conjunction of Venus, Luna, and Jupiter in perfect alignment, creating the shape of a long sword in the southern sky. Venus (the "Light Bringer") adorned the pommel, the waning crescent moon formed the crossguard, and kingly Jupiter gleamed at the blade's point. The omen was revealed to me as the fabled Sword of Damocles (dam-uh-kleez) which hangs over all those in seats of power, suspended by a single strand of hair.
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Sarah Flynn
I’m still a child
playing a game
of musical chairs.

I’m just trying to
find a seat with
everyone else.

I’m still going
around and around
and around again,
searching for my
chance to fit in.

but every time
that I think
I’ve finally
found it,

as soon as
I go to sit down,

life pulls the chair
out from under me.
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