Prose Poetry, Writing

Away from him

 I recognize the piercings in your heart; your eyes betray them. Your heart is a fragile, magical thing; it’s supposed to be taken cared of. Not slashed and lacerated on random days he picks. You know you deserve better when you constantly push thoughts of I deserve better from your mind.

Listen, darling. You know your story. Don’t put a happy twist into it. Stop making excuses for him. Let the pain consume your bitter skin. But, always guard that crimson spot. And when all but that spot is already consumed, it’s time to cut the string and free-fall.

Let the birds watch you step into the air. Let them see you tumble and circle around mid-air. As you f

a

l

l                        away.

Splash! You hit the ocean surface. The feel on your skin breaking the tension is itchy-woundy, but you’ll get through.

You can start from here, darling. Away from him. Away from him.

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Magpie Modays: A Couch Too Big for One {Re-Post}

A Couch Too Big for One


The dame has been in this scenario for quite some time,

quite forlorn,

unbounded freedom,

mostly unaccompanied.

 

The space seems too vast for her fragility,

it eats her up,

too vexing,

breeds out a deafening monotony.

 

Casually, someone would sit for tea,

and she smiles,

elevated happiness,

and temporary highs.

 

In her mind, she grips his wrist,

tightly,

forcefully,

lovingly.

 

But, she snaps back to reality,

he went

and sat

on another red couch.

 

And she casually brushed her way to the couch’s middle,

sipped her tea,

inhaled deeply,

and bit her tea-stained lip.

 

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