Control Alt Delete
The power when my fingers and the keyboard meet
You control me
I control Acts 1, 2 and 3
You make my life a living hell
Writing puts me under a healing spell
You make my mind a warzone
Writing makes me feel at home
You suffocate me
Writing lets me breathe
You make me feel broken
Writing speaks what you forced unspoken
So, OCD?
You control
My doubt
My guilt
My pain
But I control
My words
My voice
My name
If daily we must fight
Then daily I will write
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 3 days ago in Fiction
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