My Words (honest things I'll regret sharing)

Mindful of the sharp debris.

Leave me untouched-

Bloated and heavy

As much as I fear

They were sunlight reflected on rain soaked slate

And the swirling depths of a storm tossed ocean

Obsessed and possessive

Under the microscope

It pulls the thread

With steady hand

Small enough to notice

Time stamped for reference

When you miss a step

But repeated steadily

Over and over

I raise a dust cloud

Open the boxes

​I saw it because I have it too

Tucked deep below the surface

I cannot let it get away

Traveled too far to lose this

Keeping them inside.

The quiet conversations,

Low gravelled voices,

Winter's sleep at last abandoned.

To run through grass and leafy copse,

Still linger in past memories

A whirlwind of crazy chaos

It splashes into the basin, and soaks the mat on the floor

A violent and lumpy cascade

I will no longer consume coleslaw

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Amusing myself with a little piece I might call A Vengeance Against Coleslaw as l have been rather ill this morning.

It shredded my heart.

Cut the breath from my throat,

Tore my soul apart.

Teenage lungs inhaled weed with friends.

I partied with spirits and cocaine.

I used men's bodies to feel something.

I developed a shell,

I protected myself,

Never lowered the shield.

But inside here, I am nervous,

Sensitive and quiet.

I've learned to mask,

So I cannot just let you in ...