I Was Born Yesterday
Every day it seems
I Was Born Yesterday
I was born yesterday
everyday it seems
still tripping over shoestrings
left undone
for no one
...but me to try and fix
But the bow is always loose
and the shoes never do fit
just like my life with you
filled with thorns
and broken sticks
You like to gather words
like mushrooms in a field
but only the poisonous kind
that you throw at me instead
...my shoes wait silently..
right next to the screen door
I’ve learned how to run now
in my calloused scarred bare feet
far far away from you
down the broken street
About the Creator
Robin Edwards
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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