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Ghosts of the past
This life is racing, pacing,
Taking laps one gets daunting of,
At some point lasps are real deal breakers.
Its pathological the way we follow our impulses,
Illogical paths often get our pulse racing.
Habits that should have remained in the past,
Keep waiting in the corridor like ghosts.
We try to keep dead stories buried,
But later look at how hoarding fed them to devour u...
Tuesday 5th October 2021 10:18 pm
When His Words Become Hands
His words could become sharp as corners
And trap you there
Flailing in his grasp
They could pinch your skin
Until you cried
And cried
Throughout your shifts
They could catch your wrists and stop you
From moving on
From moving
They could lock the doors, no leaving
They could shame you and shrink you
They could come flying in from an open window,
A buzzing phon...
Monday 8th March 2021 7:27 pm
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