A timeshare vacation
in an outpatient clinic,
Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
Seek out ultimate sin in Sinless City.
Or go away quietly.
There is nothing left for you
Where the flat-lands meet the mountains.
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
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Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
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They emanate from big beautiful brown eyes.
Innocent eyes that have seen too much,
and want answers. Eyes that beg to relax during sleep.
He has my eyes.
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I watch the fluid motion of
calamari dipped in marinara
and remember when
others watched
his every move too,
for many reasons.
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Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
I close my eyes.
It hurts to see so clearly
Finally I sleep.
The invisible man remains,
never to be seen again.
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Comments OffA sour demeanor
barely concealed
by a well practiced smile,
gives me away every time.
Comments OffSecrets and lies coded into these words.
Never explain them.
Blood from my fingertips against plastic
Print screen… that’s how they got here.
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Flatrock by Fran Lock | Little Episodes.
‘Fran Lock uses words as tools, or sometimes weapons, to aid her personal journey of inner exploration: a brutal but strangely romantic journey …
Comments OffWe circle this perimeter.
Radial repetition.
though geometry confuses.
Disarms.
Comments OffThe pain slipped away.
The memories, my bad actions
Became inconsequential, faded.