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Christy 2d
Bitterness crept in
And left its stain
plush white carpet
Perfect no more

More or less
Passing the time
And failing to commit
Yet another crime

Lest boast the mind
Accepting fate
Burden to carry
Choosing not to set it down
  6d Christy
Breeze
Here we are
One and done
A love gone astray

Feeling used
A bit confused
As trash just thrown away

Perhaps one day
You'll realize
The value of what you had

A loving friend
A romantic end
Something not so bad

Life will go by
The tears will dry
A love pulled apart

Put up your walls
Watch us fall
You'll always have my heart

Here we are
One and done
As once again you leave

Feeling used
A bit confused
What exactly did this achieve?
Christy 6d
A ghost pushed me down the steps.
Naked I fell.
On my way to quench my thirst with grape juice.
What a silly thing to do in the middle of the night.
And now my neck shattered, femur pushed through broken skin.
A helicopter en-route to save my life.
And yet, somehow…
I’m still trying to calm everyone else.
Christy 6d
“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
I said, as I walked out the door.
Blocking  all avenues.
Because that’s the only way
I could be me again.
Free again.
  Feb 8 Christy
SøułSurvivør
smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS


now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last




(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Christy Feb 8
Sat in my Mother’s Cadillac
Heated seat warm
Just finished my prayers
Watching the entrance door
I have a sister

Trying to still my rapid heart
And fight back building tears
Waiting for this moment
For more than a year
I have a sister

When I read the obituary
Of our estranged father
Survived by a daughter
Stopped me at my core
I have a sister

I wonder if you are sitting
Anxious in your car  
Starring at the door
Gathering courage
To meet your sister.
Christy Jan 31
Empty hands pack the nursery away.

Empty womb expelled life anticipated.

Empty chest remembers crushing words.

Empty sound where a heart should beat.

Empty dreams become regular nightmares.

Empty hope with the monthly visitor.

Empty smile as her belly grows.

Empty joy when an infant cries out.

Empty eyes, blank with numbness.
It happens in secret more often than thought and carried quietly with much weight.
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