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 Feb 2018 Vick Mandrake
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
you once said you loved me,
you once said you hated me,
you  kissed me,
you hugged me,
you never damaged me,
I never understand the words you say,
until someone explained that love was not words,
but actions they do.
Wake me up,
I’m in a dream that I never want to escape,
Yet I fear,
Any longer I spend with you,
I may trip and fall for you,
Put my heart on the line,
Flick a dime,
Wishing it will land on heads because I’m heads over heels for you,
See?
My words fumble,
My writing falls,
I do not understand,
Why I must be living in this dream,
When
          it
            will
                      E
                           N
                                 D
The best day
of my life
was being alone
without craving
any of your toxicity
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