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Soiled Soul

The dirt coats me

by now it is embedded into my pores

How long it’s been there

I know not

Days?

Perhaps years

Rivulets of a thousand heartbreaks

cut pathways through it

I journey miles

in search of a river or stream

to wash it away

But all I’m met with 

is a wasteland

littered with corpses

of those who were not strong enough

to travel my path

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Autumn Equinox

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Photo Credit:  Linda Storm

 

 

The corn stalks have withered

and rustle in the wind

summoning the crows with their song

The buzzards circle overhead

sensing the death of my hope

Nothing kept them from their prey

until you stepped from the shadows

and scattered them

forbidding them to return

by lighting a lamp

in the window of my soul

 

 

 

Chest Compressions

I’ll drink through it

I think to myself

and when I’m drowning

in my pool of despair

and near death

I’ll beat on my chest

until I can start my heart again

until I can feel the pounding of it beneath my ribcage

and hear the whoosh of pumping blood in my ears

 

 

 

Petrichor

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Cool rain drenching hot asphalt

created dancing ribbons of steam

accentuated by my headlights

and for some reason you were there

a thought in my head

and the songs on the radio

took on a whole new meaning

 

Tear Stained Pillowcases

I dreamt of you last night

I knew it was you

even though you were thinner than you are now

You took me in your arms and held me tight

and the minute my head was upon your chest

I broke down sobbing

but you didn’t let go

you kept holding me

while the tears streamed down my face

and I gulped air to fuel the sobs that kept coming

I kept crying until I woke myself

wondering why you feel like my safe place

when you barely acknowledge my existence

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