Pastime prodigies
With passive aggressive
Purpose
Playing with my words
As though their meaning
Only comes from perspective
On the other side.
Persecution
They hang from their lips
Suffocating
In the intentions
That were stolen from my heart
But,
Perseverance
Persists
Within a soul that knows
Words have courage
Energetic buoyancy
That holds them above death
The noose around my neck
Only tightens with their grip
But loosens with my breath
For I speak truth
And the vibration from my tongue
Is stronger than any weapon
They will ever wield.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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