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you put out all the lights
and left me,
alone and in the dark
and you hid in the shadows, silent;
watching, waiting;
until i couldn't remember
if you had ever
really
been there at all
if i had ever
really
been---
who i was. who was i?
---until i lit the lamps you left me with
and illuminated an illusion
that i thought was real.
until i forgot that you
had been the one
to snuff out my lights in the first place
and leave me with the lighter.
and left me,
alone and in the dark
and you hid in the shadows, silent;
watching, waiting;
until i couldn't remember
if you had ever
really
been there at all
if i had ever
really
been---
who i was. who was i?
---until i lit the lamps you left me with
and illuminated an illusion
that i thought was real.
until i forgot that you
had been the one
to snuff out my lights in the first place
and leave me with the lighter.
Literature
Ashes to Ashes
Once upon a time
there was a house
haunted by a monster.
It raged, night and day.
Sometimes it slept
but nothing was spared.
So I packed a bowl,
lit a match, and I
smoked the monster out
until it became
an empty house,
an empty husk,
where once
a person
used to be.
Literature
Inside a Girl
"Adelaiiiiiiiiiide....Aaaaaaaaadelaiii duh..." she hummed as lullingly as a lullably, as gently and as certain as a hummingbird's beating wings.
I awoke before I lifted my lids, such an easy thing to do. Open the eyes yet still not waken from sleep, sometimes not even through the day nor several series of days...this is quite frequent for me for I am a dreamer and dreaming requires deep sleeping, as deep as a bear hibernates in a safe, warm cave until the unforgiving frost of winter has given itself away to the tender tendrils of warm, sweet as honey sun rays that fill the air with a lemon zestyness and a minty mellowness, all that which enc
Literature
The Change
They used to go ice skating.
Indoors under summer sun;
Outdoors under silent snow:
She used to lead him by the hand -
But that was long ago.
They used to laugh for hours.
He would make up stories
And she would play along:
But when it came to their story
The ending worked out wrong.
They used to drink together,
One or two under the moon.
But with the baby’s arrival
Something snapped,
And turned his drinking suicidal.
They used to dine together
Candlelight and wine,
Rib-eye and t-bone.
But he drowned out his appetite
And left her to eat alone.
They used to travel the world
But he began catch at the bars.
So she would take their daugh
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I haven't written much in a while. Hopefully, this heralds a return to wordsmithing.
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I identify with this a lot. Thank you so much for posting it.