SkeletonThe bitterness of autumn nips fiercely at my flushed cheeks. I nuzzle my scarf; tighten my coat around my body and urgently bandage my midriff with the soft, crimson material. I perch on an empty bench and gradually sit down, the metal unsympathetically piercing my back with a sudden chill.Skeleton
A tall, polished woman rushes past, the lead of a ridiculously minute dog in one hand, mobile phone at one ear, her leather handbag balanced skilfully on a wrist. An infuriated expression occupies her sculptured face, as if there’s not enough time in the day for all she has to do. Apart from the anger, her face is drained.
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Isn't It Funny..You thought you’d seen the last of me. Didn’t you?Isn't It Funny..
As you coldly slammed that door in my tear-stained face; as you left me to cry on a lonely, cold stone floor, unable to see reason or logic, the reflections of my eyes far too warped and distorted like the mirrors that seem to hunt for human prey to disfigure and deform at a fairground, I wept. I pounded the floor with my fists. Whilst you cruelly marched further and further away – a smile on your face - I screamed for you to come home. There was no knock at the door. No pleading, no apology. Just silence. It’s bizarre how silence can sometimes hurt more than words.
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"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
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« Amour, amour, quand tu nous tiens, on peut bien dire : Adieu prudence. » (Jean de la Fontaine)
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If a picture speaks a thousand words, a poem speaks all of the right ones.
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"Demon seed in a dark suit."
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