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 Sep 2013 Veronica Smith
Isadora
So it's you again
The quickness to my breath
So it's you again
The falter in my step
So it's you again
The thoughts inside my head
So it's you again
The word I've never said
So it's you again
The land I've never tread
So it's you again
It's you again
The sleep behind my eyes
It's you again
The madness in my mind
It's you again
and again
You are nothing
and again
You are everything
and again
You will leave
and again
You'll come back
again
And again
Take me,
six feet under
where you'll never find
another way back
just one way out,
and a ticket to see
the rest of the show,
the version without you
coming back every God. ****. Second.
Who Are You?
you're my apathy.
 Jun 2013 Veronica Smith
Isadora
Sit there just as you have, under the pale moonlight, with your legs crossed. One over the other, just so. You have your lighter in your hand as you light another cigarette. It's red light a small beacon that reveals your face in the dark with every puff. You've never said a word nor a phrase nor even a short sentence, but what is it that flows from your lips but your words in another form, eating up the silence and leaving no room for mine. What would I say to you, while I clench my pipe between my teeth, subtly indenting the wood. We've said enough, we've said all there is to say, taking each others words while staring across the table. We're just two unknowns sitting in the dark exchanging imaginary glances, wondering what it'd be like to cross the line. Cross it and see the reaction. Is it how you feel? Ready to burst ready to run, ready to say STOP. And walk away, back to the light and the sounds and all those other people. I've tried to stand, but it feels as if I've been struck behind the knees. You're taking another drag, with your legs crossed just so. And somehow I know its the same for you.
Everything stops when I see the            blur
hear the low, vibrating                                 buzz
                                                       RIGHT IN MY EAR
Flinch
spasm
FREEZE

My muscles
every last one
tense and rigid

                                         Don't
                                          Move
        ­                                    An
                        ­                         Inch
My head snaps to my shoulder
My hands fly to my neck
                                   my signature tic
protect my ears protect my head
or the monster
the horror
                               the bee
will fly into my skull and-


I feel its legs                covered in short fibrous tendrils oh god no

scuttling inside my head an itch I can't scratch

a whimper lodges in my throat
                               threatens to turn into a

SCREAM

-into my brain

the blur flashes by
as sweat     r
                      o
                          l
           ­                 l
                              s
down my back
MY SKIN IS BURNING EVERYTHING IS BURNING
the wasp in my head is
STINGING ME EVERYWHERE AT ONCE
Tears sting
Arms sting
everything stings

***** this phobia!
I feel so
insignificant
like a penny
or Pluto
as if
I mean nothing
and
while I know the world
stops
for no one
If anything
the world would spin faster
without me
She simply
wants me to
stay
asleep
stay
with her
In my dreams
forever
or at least
until
she's through with me
Oh, the wind in your hair...
God, that smile on your face...
How your eyes shine with joy from afar!
And while I despair,
While I drown in this place,
Still you wave from your boyfriend's red car.
She whispers my name
but I can hear her
clear as day
I turn
and she's there
she smiles and laughs
and tilts her head
just so
And together we close the distance between us
and my mind sighs
and she sighs
as I run my fingers through her hair
just so
and the moment is perfection
and it is just as I dream
as I dream
I dream
and my eyes drift open
and I sleep
I want to light a fire inside you
To stoke your flames
And make your body melt
I want to see your eyes ablaze
To feel the smoke
Rise off your body
I want you to beg me to
Satisfy this unbearable heat
I want to bring you to a boil
And breathe in the steam that you gasp out
I want to burn my fingers when I touch you
As I make your temperature soar higher
I want to scald my tongue when I taste you
And when you burn out beautifully
I want to cradle your glowing embers
And keep you warm
For next time
Your ice touched the fire
it was I who got burned
You held tight to the flames
for which I always yearned
You were given her soul
and you gave it no thought
While I'll never have
what I desperately sought
I am broken, I've shriveled
I'm shattered, bereft
I had no hope to start with
now I have nothing left
 Jun 2013 Veronica Smith
Isadora
There is a wish,
that I have kept close,
through and through days that have past
for fear that it would not last
in the eyes of one I would ask,

To sit and talk
for hours at a time,
and perhaps a walk
through hills we can climb.

And so tired am I
of my lonesome ways
that I would dare, be so bold
to have my wish be told,
to you, the one I would ask
through no such mask
as this,
and say.
That I see no broken rose.
but a woman just as beautiful.

— The End —