A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes
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It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
Chapter 1: When the Phone Rang When the phone rang, I imagined a job less explicit. The voice on the other end was gentle. Amicable. It introduced me to the world I was about to enter as if it were something simple. It wasn’t. The instructions were vague but well understood—and I agreed without hesitation.
By Cadma6 months ago in Fiction
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
I wasn’t supposed to be here in July. That was the first thing I told myself every morning while brushing my teeth with the taste of cardboard still stuck on the roof of my mouth.
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
