"To cross in the form of an X; intersect." Placing a cross in the box, to most is a simple task. Used here as an identifier, a label, to sort us. Two choices, of which you must decussate one. Male or female. But I am none.
Pharaonic – Adjective
"Impressively or overwhelmingly large, luxurious, etc." Have you ever wondered why the sky is so pharaonic in its size?
Snollygoster – Noun
"A clever, unscrupulous person." You say he is snollygoster, morally lost. Cunning, deceitful, corrupt at all costs. But to me he's my dad, who dotes me in love. But to you he's a pig, that works for the gov.
Prosopopoeia – Noun
"A figure of speech in which an imagined, absent, or dead person or thing is represented as speaking." Shattered and torn. You need to be fixed. An act of prosopopoeia, a nightmarish memory, fever born from lonely nights. I am what you need. All you need. Without me you'll be forever alone.
Rueful – Adjective
"Feeling, showing, or expressing sorrow, repentance, or regret." She was full of rue. Pained by her mistakes and misfortunes. The Reverend had said "Repent!" But that did not ease the shame, nor the prying eyes and callous whispers. For repenting with words, is non for gain. Her actions needed to shout. I'm sorry.
The Fizzle.
It's 11:51 pm And I'm still awake. In an hour I have managed to present a kaleidoscope of emotions. I started out ecstatic, Beatific, floating on a high of chocolate and champaign, but then I got in my car and drove back to an empty dark and lonesome house. This solitude Is not the fun … Continue reading The Fizzle.
Paczki – Noun
"A traditional Polish doughnut, filled with jam or another sweet filling and covered with powdered sugar or icing." Pressed close to the window, grabby fingers and a snotty nose, she waits. Freshly cooked dough, touched with syrup and sugar dances on the air. "paczki, mamo, proszę?" She begs, eyes hungry for what awaits behind the … Continue reading Paczki – Noun
There are worse things.
You say; 'There are worse things that could have happened!' Because he didn't touch me with his hands, but I was raped none-the-less. He didn't need to touch my body, all he had to do was get into my head; To make me see, that I was his, and his alone. 'Nobody will ever want someone … Continue reading There are worse things.
I wish…
I wish you would kiss me, I wish you would hold me, I wish you would let me in. I wish for rainy day embraces, I wish for handpicked flowers, I wish to stay in your arms for hours. I wish for you to tell me how you feel.
I saw you.
I saw you for the first time in three years. You were seated, seven rows from me to my right. I was there for my friends graduation, and you were there for your girlfriends. Seeing you there, in your suit and tie, caused my pain. I grieved a life I could have had, and went … Continue reading I saw you.
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