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Years in isolation had primed her mind for overindulgence to even the faintest anomaly.
She has chosen her toys carefully.
Shared them only with those to whom she had entrusted.
As the hand of the watchmaker reaches into her basket,
It was hers to whom he had incited.
Left alone there was no due course,
To which she could duly oblige.
She ponders her enclosure;
And leaves her babies lined up straight,
As not to disturb her neighbors.
It ponders where she has hidden it's meal.
She begs it to reconsider it's choice.
Pleading that her baby has only three limbs,
But the watchmaker knows little of the hand that's missing.
So she throws her baby toward the sky;
Knows not where it will land,
Knows only when it will diverge from its upward trajectory.
Ostentatious renderings leave her babies upset and in the dark.
The rest lie concealed beneath her cape.
She has chosen her toys carefully.
Shared them only with those to whom she had entrusted.
As the hand of the watchmaker reaches into her basket,
It was hers to whom he had incited.
Left alone there was no due course,
To which she could duly oblige.
She ponders her enclosure;
And leaves her babies lined up straight,
As not to disturb her neighbors.
It ponders where she has hidden it's meal.
She begs it to reconsider it's choice.
Pleading that her baby has only three limbs,
But the watchmaker knows little of the hand that's missing.
So she throws her baby toward the sky;
Knows not where it will land,
Knows only when it will diverge from its upward trajectory.
Ostentatious renderings leave her babies upset and in the dark.
The rest lie concealed beneath her cape.
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Shadows
Shadows
The little girl never slept very well. She didnt like the dark. In her twilight lit, dusty room, she watched the gas lamps outside flicker and fade, casting eerie shadows dancing on her walls, which scared her more. When she did sleep (which was in snatches), she dreamt that the shadows on her wall would come alive and drag her away into their evil world. Her father laughed when she told him, telling her that big girls never had nightmares. Shaking her head weakly, she snuggled deeper into her covers, trying to block the shadows away. For a while, it was working and the girl drifted into light fearless sleep. Then
A grat
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Darkn3ss
Reaching out for you
only to find a pillow filled with tears.
Where have you gone?
Silences fill the room as I breathe in.
I close my eyes and see the darkness
its coming over me.
The moon hides itself in fear
And the sun pushes through.
I open my eyes.
I see nothing. I feel nothing.
How much longer do I have?
til I break down
things here aren't right
I can't take the fight….
I feel lost
and the only thing that brings me back
is the hint of a smile in your voice.
Makes me remember what Im here for.
I live for you, I cry for you and I would die for you.
All in one day.... if I could just be with you.
As night falls b
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