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Mar 2018 · 345
My Nighthawk
Taylor Mar 2018
she’s watching over me and
I can’t hide
with a glare so sharp
she cuts through my mask
with wings so dark
she blocks all the light
and my bedroom fades to black

she’s a predator and
I’m her prey
so with instinct on her side
she begins her hunt

she’s deafening and
I can’t tune her out
‘till my ears ring with regret

she’s too tough and
I can’t break her grasp
her claws break skin
that I thought was thick
her grip breaks bone
that I thought was strong

but I fight back with
pills and potions and
smoke poisoned air
and come morning she’ll be gone

free from my mind and
flying high
above my head

n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night - an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future - that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep… (The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)
Dec 2017 · 199
Taylor Dec 2017
If you think about it,
Water balloons can
Stretch and
Swell and
Though there’s tension,
They take their fill.
Then they’re thrown
And they
Break and
Burst and
Soak someone else.
Standing there soaked,
We don’t blame the balloon
No, that would be silly.
We blame the one who threw it.
Dec 2017 · 2.2k
The Magician
Taylor Dec 2017
She always loved a little magic.
But, don't we all
Admire the art in deception and
Manipulation of the truth?

I guess we all love a little magic.
Maybe, even too much but
We are taught to do what we love.

So she picked up her wand,
All smeared in black,
Her eyelashes her stage,
And performed her illusion.

— The End —