it doesn't have to rhyme, Uncategorized, Word Stories

Apple

She was deep in sleep

as if she had taken a bite of that apple

you know the one i’m talking about

the one that the darkness lured her with

like the glitter and gold

the newer and better

all that shines

so bright it blinds

our perfectly working eyes

to follow it closely

the fragrance

the smell

that disguises the hell

it leads us to

the slaughter

we can’t refuse

but we don’t have to

there’s one who takes our place

at the front of the line

standing face to face

with our hell

to let us go free

her eyes open slowly

then grow big and wide

she looks down at that apple

and tosses it aside.

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it doesn't have to rhyme

Three

i see three
three pieces of me
three heavens on earth
three gifted to me

words aren’t enough
i cannot hold any tighter
to the three that i see
the three gifted to me

not enough time
enough time to breath in
my heaven times three
the three gifted to me

gazes met with smiles
embraces held a second longer
holding on to my three
the three gifted to me

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