I've burned the doormat that said Welcome to My Home
Take your boots and the monster that fills them
To another door
Fill their home with your wicked intentions
Your beautiful smile
Your words that twist the mind
Give them your securely deviated hugs
Touch them with your hard-working but soft hands--
That CHOKE
I teetered on the edge of hate and disdain for you
As you used clever words to regain my trust again and again
Now someone else will awaken through the night to your horrors
And you will shower them with the dream of a future together
Detailing the house you'll build on a secretly broken foundation of love
You will give them whatever they desire
While slowly and quietly taking from them their needs to survive and function as a human being
You cripple the minds, souls, and hearts of everyone you meet with your demons
Yet, somehow you leave us to wonder if you're our Saviour
And when this is all done
And there's nothing more
You EXIT
...and find the next victim
We awake in the morning screaming through tears
Because you ghosted us
You leave us in despair, suffocating for air
Grasping to what little we have left
And forever now we will wonder--were you ever really there or just a beautiful monster in our DREAMS.
About the Creator
A Lowe
Writing is very therapeutic.
Current Forensic Psych Major that's been writing for over 20 years who is determined to be an author.
Flashbacks
Thanksgiving Eve 2020: I'm not going to lie. I had a breakdown about 1 am. Cried for 2 hours. Told my daughter, Zoe, not to expect anything on Thanksgiving day. I had gone off my meds a few weeks ago totally forgetting I had yet to survive the holidays and clearly realize now that was a mistake. I made some chocolate milk and took my "happy pill".
By A Lowe3 years ago in Motivation
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A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
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