So We Meet Again
I approached the familiar woman in large sunglasses with accompanying sunhat, asking if we had met before.
Once she removed her glasses, our first encounter in Athena’s temple came rushing back to me as I turned to stone.
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Another Life
I loved you
From the moment I was born
Until my last breath
Then I loved you again
In each memory that flashed
Before my tired eyes
Desperately holding onTo
Each fleeting moment with you
Until they were stolen by father time
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Did You Hear That?
If only you had listened to anything I saidinstead every word was in one ear out the other.Making me pay for the mistakes of your mother.And I was trying to save mine through you.two traumas coming together to make a hardy stew,robust with anxiety, distrust, and melancholyIt’s been so long; I don’t know who I amwithout you. I have an idea, but that’s all.A mirage of who I’d hoped I’d…
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Winterlands
We both swam in the dead’s streamlocked in eternal suffering, untilI reached up and grabbed a branchpulling myself from the frozen watersfast and furious, I wouldn’t leave you behindI grabbed your hand, held it mineand climbed and climbed until we were outbreathing the air as we still dousedin the raging waves beneath usthe gnarled hands that reach up to touch usscratching and catching at our…
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I Hate to See You Leave, But I Love to Watch You Go
The silence is heavy,testing my strengthI’m zapped, exhausted bythe amount of willpowerit takes not to text you.
I lament my lonelinessas I enjoy my freedomit’s only an extra inch of breathing room, but it makes all the differenceas much as I loathe it, I’m
Cautioning my scales to balancethe vices and virtues andmy enchantment with self destructionIt’s not so easy to carry the worldon your…
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Jumbled Letters
Each turn of phrasemet with distastearguments die on the tongueas you scramble words togetherthey make no sense, but echo off the wallsYou’re in a vowel droughtleaving you with a terrible stutterLooking to get that triple word scorebut fear any word you choose will be met with a challengestuck with a bunch of jumbled lettersparalyzed and ponderingwhat to make of all these consonantsA martyr for…
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Courage
Oh the things we do for love. Or, at best, the perceived affections we cultivate in our fantasies. Love is but a drug we’re all withdrawing from. Shivering alone in a dark room
In a straight jacket fashionfever dreams driving us mad with taunting visages of what’s to come haunting images of what was. oh the agony so sweet on my tongue mead made from the bile stained at the back of my throat.…
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Five.. Four.. Three..
I am but a little whisper on the breezeintruding into your hard won peaceI just need you to listen pleaseto the fortune I’ve saved for youstolen from the fates themselves
Inject myself into your vein.I promise not to cause you pain.as I’m swimming to your brainI’ll be all you think about, until you’re irrevocably insane.
Bright light in dark times blurs my vision.I lay here alone, make a small…
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Dontcha Know Darklings
That I have ventured into the wonderful World of podcasting. My sister and I are the Midwest Maidens of the Miscellaneous Macabre and we present to you: Dontcha Know a true crime podcast.
Join us every other Saturday as we spill the tea on true crime. We have a varied creepy catalogue. Not only do we discuss true crimes from days of old a d days of new, but we cover the terrifying topics of…
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The Path to Hell
Dr. Hasan invented a nanobot that could remove microplastics from organic matter.
He didn’t realize that the plastic was so intricately woven into the man’s cells that removal was death by a thousand cuts.
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Delusional
I miss when you used to strip tease for me, darling.
Why did you close your curtains on me?
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Yummy
My wife texted me: Your favorite is in the oven, eat up!
When I opened the oven door, the stewed remains of my daughter’s head stared back at me.
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Pumpkin Eater
There’s nothing up my sleeveexcept my arms and my wordthere are no tricks or charmswhen I promise this won’t hurt
Just trust me
I have a remedy for painyou’ll never want to cryso help me find a veinthen you’re flying high
Just trust me
All alone to handle griefdug beneath the bottom lineif you’re not in the casketwell then baby, you’re just fine
So c’mon and trust me
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Shh..
“Ma’am he says he is the Talking Man and ya’ll are in fact longtime friends?” explained the detective as he gestured at the man who ripped out my daughter’s tongue.“But..but that was just a stupid story I told my her so she would keep quiet at bedtime!” I stammered.
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Polarity
The silence in youis the screaming in mechaos subduedtemporary peaceof my mindwe’re so unkindwhen we are hurtingsometimes it’s allworth destroying
The fight in youis the surrender in meOur dreams eschewedour lives on leaseand we’re out of timethe moments passso swiftly byevery second heavy with the tears we wishto cry
The lie in youis the omission in mebarely making it throughrewriting…
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All Year Long
I could spend hours here,in the quiet darkaloneA simple wishnot so simply granted.When you’re the level headof a busy home
I spend countless hours here,tending to responsibilitywith care and diligenceit’s taxing, it’s draining.can’t even dream of relaxing,without someone complainingbecause they want sunshineso how dare it be raining.
I could spend hours here,endless days by myselffree to…
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Bystander Chronicles
May 30, 20—
The lamp post is still there, and now there is the wonderful addition of a train. It’s quite frequent too! Blaring its gods damned horn every time it passes. I don’t recall any construction of fucking train tracks in my backyard. Literally, its two plots over. Whole ass train station tracks for miles and miles, lights, arms, the whole bag of chips. Nope. No construction.…
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