It's the simplicity of it. The subtle dilation of the pupils - question. The twitch at the corner of the lip - accusation. The apologetic hands against unwilling skin - denial. The faltered "I love you" whispered against the ear - exposure. The false promise of "I'll never do it again - forgiveness. Then you catch him in the … Continue reading The simplicity of lies.
I tore it out, beating and bloody, in a proclamation of love and vulnerability. Disgusted, you rejected it, too confronted by what you saw. Alive but dying. That was our love.
For too long, I have been preoccupied with fulfilling the incessant expectations of others; yielding to the fatigue of a socially demanding and financially draining world; clouding my thoughts with a success driven mantra, that fails when compared to the golden measurement of God; suffocated by the hoards of many, yet when I raise my … Continue reading Sky.
"The willful distortion or depreciation of the original meaning of a word" The art of murdering of words. Word murder Word-er. Homicide of nouns, assassination of adjectives, and the slaughter of verbs. To take up ones pen and murder words. Word-er.
I believe, I was never meant to be born. A mistake, disguised as a blessing, a baby never meant to be. You see, I almost died within my mothers womb. My breath was meant to belong to someone else, someone more deserving. Not to the shell of the thing that I have become.
"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.
"Impressively or overwhelmingly large, luxurious, etc." Have you ever wondered why the sky is so pharaonic in its size?
"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.
"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.
"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.
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