Maternal Moment.

Twig by twig
I build
From nothing
To now
Surrounded by home
I await my family
Enjoying what is left of silence
The rest
Before little mouths consume me.

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The Machine

The machine still turns,
as I close my eyes,
to embrace the night.
The distant engines hum like busy worker bees.
working for hive.

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Broken

I look
Through empty eyes
At vacant space
For I see no further
Than my mind allows

My world is
Broken
Tortured
and demented
Painfully tormented

Caught
Trapped
Engulfed by fear
Whilst the parasite
Of hate devours internally

I know
They multiply
These parasites
Feasting on all that is good
Leaving only the bad.

The pressure
Building with in
Will need escape
A weakness
To work its way through

The rotten carcass
Of who I was
Implodes
My world
Is broken.

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windows to the soul.

we search

we stare

we gaze longingly

as only in the eyes of the one we love

do we truly see ourselves.

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- 3 Shots

one
two
three
shots I heard

my heart began to beat wildly

one
two
three
shots poured

delicately in to a froth filled cup.

one
two
three
shots two to the body

one to the head.

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