I'm tired of this back and forth
Seeing my husband cry daily
Scars my wounded heart
Your flippancy is more than I
can take

Due to unprecedented behavior
My state is now my enemy
And I am reluctant to enter the
Battlezone without a better plan
or ombudsman

Thinking back to when you didn't
allow your daughter to be destroyed
And I call it ruined because
She had no concept of trauma
Until now

Because of you I must continue
to pray for her heart and her
memories

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Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail
Electromagnetic failure
Tingling, coursing
into deep veins
A throb so deep it dehydrates
by sucking
Ambitious adventure
full of viscosity, No energy
Lapping the pool of sick
Feeling weary and barbed
Dying alone
No reaching out
Hidden destiny of unknown origin
I lay here
Imagining
It all


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Neat stacks build
Hand over fist
To the tip of the bat
Game now won


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I want to kiss away your tears
As she yanks you away from
me, And pitifully I plaster a
smile, worthless though it is,
onto my face and wave
Goodbye
Then she sucks you into her
abyss and once again
We are broken


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I could kidnap you
Keep you safe from all harm

I could sing for you
And make my heart bleed

I could lie for you
And it would all be changed

I could cry for you
So rivers would flood again

I could meld with you
Keeping you tight in my arms

I could wait with you
As the trauma lets loose


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may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
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