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Christy Jun 25
Freckle goes unseen
It’s shaped like a heart for me
Secret stamp of love
Christy May 28
Once upon a time-
Begins in parallel life
The story of love
Not completely true
But not without its value
That halts because internal worth
Is measured by different meters.

And time was of the essence.
Yet time lingered in flesh
Vivid gift of memory  
Sweet sweat trickled down her back
Cradling his head in her lap.

When time again began,
Light shone through cracks
in the perfection.

One, occupied by burdensome things,  
Constrained.
Unready for change,
Overwhelming helter-skelter.

The other, craved a mention
Between chaotic interventions,
And, possibly a promise-
A hope for more than
“A day at a time.”

Passion turning languid,
Green-eyed-monsters birthed.
Words unspoken swallowed,
And spit out in garbled tongue.

Led to the perfect storm
of a time whence upon
Two lovers grew apart
But couldn’t part.

So they lived and loved
in parallel dimensions
Never forgetting.
Never regretting.
Christy Feb 21
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
  Feb 17 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 Feb 17
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 Feb 17
“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
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