The shredded page

You walked into the room and I forgot to breathe. It was that simple. My life from that day on would not belong to me anymore. I became part of another world. A chapter, a page of a strange, wonderful book. I simply ceased to be. Hours were seconds, minutes were months. Days were bathed with a strange light that filtered through unusual places. I absorbed your words and inhaled your thoughts. I did not feel my own skin. My voice sounded strange, it was soft and feeble and I panicked thinking you might not hear me. I became the ivy that clung to your walls, an unwelcome pestering weed that showed up at any time, in any season.

Through the veil of my obsession I could see what I was doing but was unable to stop. Invisible chains tied me down, I was afraid to make a movement and break the spell. The veil of my obsession blurred reality and I was startled when the book closed ... when the page I used to be was torned into tiny pieces and laid scattered upon your rug.

Copyright 2010
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Clouds

Clouds are everywhere,

On my hair, on my lips.

My skirt is a cloud, soft and weightless.

I am making a chain with salt water beads

to adorn my neck, my ankles and wrists.

I am searching for Freedom.

I am boarding the vessel Mist has made for me,

I am floating, drifting. I'm beginning to be... 

Copyright 2010

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The sound of death

My heart has shriveled,

It’s been wounded and now lays cold, unmoving,

Trapped within my ribs, a brittle useless cage.

My feverish head rests against a stone wall.

I am still breathing but I know I'm dead.

I can hear the noise my soul makes as it crumbles to the ground…

Copyright 2010

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Lazy afternoon

Miss Martin sat by her window with a cigarrete in her hand and the scent of violets in her hair. It was a lazy summer afternoon, the kind that makes one sleepy and dreamy.
 Miss Martin had no plans or any immediate thoughts, she was happy to follow the trail of the smoke  as it swirled about and disappeared right through her long, slender fingers.
 And just like the smoke, another day slipped by...

The black shawl

Night wrapped around me

like an old witch's black shawl,

and I felt the magic of being burn inside,

and I wept...

Copyright 2010

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