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 Oct 2017 Melle
Lina
The Fall
 Oct 2017 Melle
Lina
Let me go so I can sleep in peace.
The ever-tightening grip around my chest,
my head, my heart -
Release me of this agony,
Stop tearing me apart
With your cold, slender hands of Summer
And your quiet whispers of Fall.

Let winter rush through my veins,
freezing the memories, freezing the pain;
The only thing you left behind
When your autumn winds perturbed my mind,
When the sun of your warmth
Was eclipsed by infinite night.

You whisper
Fall
      Fall
            Fall
Falling out of love
with me.
 Oct 2017 Melle
Irene Poole
Playing the waiting game
Each one dancing around the other
Uncertainty building like a storm cloud with each passing
Second
Minute
Moment
Is this real?
Was this whole thing a child's game
Cat and mouse?
Crickets sing their song to the moon
Cars pass
The empty parking lot bathes in street lamp glow
What happens now?
Waiting for someone to show up for a first-time meeting is a feeling that puts me on edge. So I thought I'd write about it.
When bullets develop wings in the hands on a devil,
We hide behind needles while bullets search for a place to call home.

You kept scraping your etching finger on a trigger,
Our vessels vomited adrenalin, we saw danger,
You flooded our blood with anger.

I’m from the death,
Telling you not to dare,

If you dare pull another trigger,
Remember God’ eyes are watching.

— The End —