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She’s’ pointing at the house looking at me expecting that I will be the one who runs back into the house. I do just that. The sound inside the house is unbearable, I had to muffle my ears just to focus. Furniture was being thrown against the walls I grab the cats and run out. My wife is gone. What the fuck where did she go. I turn around at the house and the door is slamming against the wall. How can the neighbors not hear this? *honk* I turn around and see my wife driving up in our car. I jump into the passenger seat with the cats. We start driving away, I look back at the house in shock that something like this could even happen, and I see my wife running after the car. It gets cold, my throat goes dry and it feels like all the oxygen leaves the room. I look over at the thing that looks like my wife. Its black eyes stare back at me and its mouth is hanging open showing the pit of darkness that is inside….

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Studying quietly next to my son, I heard his heart beat today, And understood, for the very first time, THIS…this, is the true sound of love …and it is …Priceless

Inside this soul, cowers a little girl A spoiled child; a wistful teenager But also, there’s a woman; Sir, Beaten; and isolated She’s screaming out; she’s crying, Sir Can’t you finally try to see her? She peers behind broken eyes A human being who is dying She leaves her hope behind her One angry red droplet at a time But as she disappears inside A little prayer she is reciting: She prays somewhere, someday, instead, Someone, eventually may find, The person who she “might” have been If the world REALLY had “been kind”

Prairie lights dazzle me, As fireflies race, and chase, and play, Dashing quickly behind Ancient Oak Tree One blinks, the other runs away Happily they cry, “Hey, Come tag me” While Mr. Owl wakes, stretching his wings He opens wide eyes, and begins to survey What tasty morsel the night might bring Pink and White Moon flowers swing and sway As the newest ‘Hopper’ is crowned High King The Cicada band begins to play Ravishing butterflies on freshly wet wings Find their first air in a magical display Orange and yellow and red clouds fling Into the mysterious “Fairy’s Ballet” Dandelions flirt making sure they’re seen For tomorrow’s wishes, as children play Among the wildflowers entering A loving heart’s bouquet Down by the pond, fresh Water Poppy Float between large Lily Pad sleighs Carrying young toads to adventuring Deep, ballooned throats; a full cachè To store the curious, which dare to spring The trap a sticky, long tongue will laye Marty Lizard; tail in a purple sling Sets out quietly to prey Before a feast that just might sting! The broken tree, a new snail highway Provides Alice Turtle a perfect swing To catch moonlit bubbles in which she’ll bathe While Sammy Snake comes slithering Down to the bank to play Canvasback Carl and RedHead Sue ring An announcement of their wedding day! Luce the Canadian Goose brings Erving To accompany her to the fancy soiree The Racoon Family arrive; arguing Whether the beautiful masks, now upon display Could be politely removed, without a social ping! The Squirrels brought nuts for their stay Not realizing the mess the shell might leave And the shyest deer sweetly danced in today, As Fairies joined Pixies dressed in green Gathering excited Fireflies to light the way Back to the Prairie’s flower lined terrene.