Raw, time-travelling page turner about a survivor seeking salvation in all the wrong places. A brutally honest tear-jerker with a metal and industrial playlist.
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This poem from my poetry book Love & Gaslight has #clench in it, so I want to share it for today's #vss365 prompt. I'm so glad I left him 🥹
#poetry
Some people hear your No
as something exotic, alluring,
a melody of #forbidden treasure.
It is your unfortunate responsibility
to speak up, repeat, tighten your tone
until you are heard.
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Writing typewriter poems for strangers is, in some ways, more vulnerable than writing my own poems. It's not only the time pressure. It's the sun outside or LED lights inside. It's the wind or the noise. Most of all, it's the absence of a backspace button.
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Neglecting to communicate your disinterest because you want to keep someone's half-broken heart as a safety net is not harmless. It's cruel the same way cheating is cruel. If you're not into a person, let them go. There's no #victory in mind games.
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Sometimes, it's so hard to tell the difference between fear and intuition. I know. I know. Time will tell. But living through that time feels like torture. All that’s left is to breathe, wait, and consciously #tether to reality.
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I used to come and go
like a #feral cat
looking for a feeding,
ears low, teeth bared.
Only now that
I have something more
do I see: that was not
love.
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I know nothing
of #unalloyed joy.
My heart has always
been tarnished
by someone's suffering,
whether mine or not.
I know nothing
of unadulterated bliss.
I'm fine this way.
I know nothing
of true ignorance.
#vss365#poetry