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Alice Burns May 2013
Peace of mind.
What is peace of mind?
-Peace within my mind can only now be temporary
-My mind...
No-
Thatmind that I possess is locked away

Was I wrong to seek vengeance?
Should I have first sought the Keyholder?
- I saw the key,
It was flying through hands
Like a childish game,
With me apparently their piggy

The fool in the middle
Jumping high and crawling on all fours
-As if I were the dog
... Was I barking mad...?
Did I choose to be the chaser?
Did I *start the game?

Oh, peace of mind
It *is
possible
Take a moment- call for time out
Realise you are the Keyholder
Stop juggling and hold your key in your hand
Unlock yourself and you'll have your peace of mind.
Now you sound more like yourself. I’m stuck in the seventh afternoon between burnt coffee & a migraine. One more heart-stopping hour before I can die by the screen & a frozen pizza. You’re curly & content with never again un-furrowing your brow. It’s trial by combat. It’s an icy collar for the sake of a takeout order. It’s hearing a melody in crashing pots & pans.

Why do you never believe me? Why do you never tell me the truth?

Listen closely, listen well, I love you.

Twenty-four hours have a padlock at their end. Yes, & one lucky keyholder will have the ground removed from beneath her toes. Just one long grip of a pillow with no case & now north is south.

Still the holes in the plaster. Still the wrappers under my bed. Still my hair in your mouth. The walls taste like jasmine & that sour is here to stay.
Courtney O Jul 2017
This might be a new round
for us
I never thought
I would end up
here
The irony in these facts
But now I'm queen of hearts
Now I'm the keyholder and you all are just trying to catch
Now I am the wife
I am her, my name is Kate
You are him, don't hurt too many in the way!
Hurt me not
I'm nothing but a pawn
because I'm not that strong
no matter the diamonds
on my crown

It's not a matter of holding crowns
but holding hearts...

Free yourself of that fire that's burning you; with water not from me.
Let it soothe you; get rid of the itch.
Let it ride high, your desire
To know I can only touch
With my fingertips I grasp
The ocean lying deep

— The End —