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Stupid Girl

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you feel clever when you locked yourself away? Did you think the dark would hide you from the world or save you from its sway?

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you think that, if you were gone it couldn’t happen to you? Did you think the darkness would save her too?

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’ve been gone so long, you may have missed the worst, but it’s still all wrong.

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’re such a little fool. Won’t you ever learn that all they are is cruel?

You’re so stupid little girl, to think that you are strong. What a foolish hope to keep your whole life long.

You fool! Oh, how I hate you! How long have I wished you dead? And how I long to throw you from my head!

You little fool, such a poor little fool. I should pity you, and what a loathsome fact it is too, that I do.

You useless little idiot. I ache to hurt you. My hands desire to grip your neck. To see the life fly from your eyes and wreck.

You’re so stupid, little girl. Do you even know how lucky you are, to have been huddled away while I got all the scars?

You poor little fool, do you hate me, as much as I hate you? What a dismal fate it is, for us to be one and not two.

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Past Joys

Cattails gently sway

Bowed brown heads against blue sky

Mud squelches, frogs croak

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Pine, Spruce, pierce the sky

Puma prints wind among trees

Coyotes praise the dusk

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Musky scent of horse

Deep brown pools of liquid love

Soft lips tickle me

Damned

My love-ly prison

Watching old dreams through love’s bars

Heaven’s on this side

Hallucinations

Double Exposure

Layers of reality

Feel the collision

Maggie

Maggie

Orange lantern eyes

reveal a bright wild soul

Beautiful Monster

Familiar Spirits

My eyes caress her

Silky fur felt in the soul

We’re familiar

Haiku, I Guess

It’s now December,

snow lies on the dandelions,

summer time is gone.

Little Fly

Fly on the wall,

poor little fly,

you woke to the call,

but now, my oh my,

there isn’t any food at all.

Your ploy, gone awry,

your rest was just a stall,

you’re still going to die,

’tis your end after all.

‘Twas worth the try,

fighting ‘gainst the pall,

but death gets us all.