A whisper of promises and a longing for love,
A tender caress and a gentle embrace,
But soon these sweet gestures become a subtle shove,
And everyday kindness turns into an unbearable disgrace
Passion fades, and the relationship turns dull,
The love that once was, gone without a trace
A deep sadness in the air, and an overall feeling of null,
A heavy cloud of sorrow, without a single trace
The once vibrant union, now just a memory,
The conversations that have lost their warmth,
The tears that are no longer shed, in secrecy,
The wounds that never seem to heal, no matter the balm
The hurtful words that linger in the air,
The silent treatments that are never acknowledged,
The guilt trips, the lies, and the despair,
The manipulation, the threats, and the pain, unacknowledged
The lack of empathy and understanding,
The lack of respect and appreciation,
The lack of trust and security,
The lack of communication and validation
The subtle signs of emotional abuse,
The hints of coercive control,
The lack of space, trust, and use,
The lack of respect, and sense of self-worth, a broken soul
The invalidation of feelings, and personal beliefs,
The denial of personal autonomy,
The control of decisions, and personal relief,
The lack of freedom, and the feeling of hopelessness
The criticism, the insults, and the blame,
The demoralizing comments, the ridicule, and shame,
The constant criticism, and the lack of trust,
The feeling of despair, the feeling of being nothing but a ghost
The gaslighting, the manipulation, and the power-play,
The deceit, the humiliation, and the lies,
The projection of anger, and the silent display,
The lack of affection, and the feeling of being unnoticed
The isolation, the confinement, and the abandonment,
The feeling of being alone in the darkness,
The sudden mood-swings, and the alienation,
The lack of understanding, and the lack of love and compassion
The fear of speaking out, and the fear of expressing feelings,
The feeling of being trapped, and the fear of the unknown,
The worry of the future, and the fear of the healing,
The feeling of being stuck, and the fear of being broken
The feeling of being unheard, and the fear of speaking up,
The lack of validation, and the fear of speaking out,
The fear of being rejected, and the fear of speaking up,
The fear of being judged, and the fear of speaking out
The guilt of asking for help, and the fear of speaking out,
The feeling of being powerless, and the feeling of being judged,
The lack of self-worth, and the feeling of being worthless,
The feeling of being helpless, and the fear of speaking out
The fear of being misunderstood, and the fear of speaking out,
The fear of being laughed at, and the fear of speaking out,
The fear of being hurt, and the fear of speaking out,
The fear of being ignored, and the fear of speaking out
The lack of self-confidence, and the fear of speaking out,
The feeling of being unseen, and the fear of speaking up,
The feeling of being unheard, and the fear of speaking up,
The feeling of being alone, and the fear of speaking out
The fear of being judged, and the fear of speaking out,
The fear of being wronged, and the fear of speaking out,
The feeling of being unloved, and the fear of speaking out,
The feeling of being helpless, and the fear of speaking out
Every little thing in life,
It can lead to distress and strife
Unhappy feelings, deep inside,
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Two Wrinkles In Time
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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