Reblog – Scraps by River Dixon

This piece gripped me from the beginning but man, those last six lines did me in! I hope it touches you as well.

The Stories In Between

Try as I may

There is no denying

The intricacies

In your way

That leave behind

An ache for more

The fingers trace

Delicate footfalls

As hands and knees

Give way to

Desperate scrounging

For one last morsel

Of the way

You looked at me

That night

It lives on

A haunting reminder

That my hands

Are made to

Reach out and

Embrace, not

To dig in shadows

For remnants

Of things left

Behind, feeding

Me for a day

While I starve

For a lifetime

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Reblog – One Card Pull: Ten of Swords by L. Stevens

OUCH!! But not wrong. This is accurate on so many levels. I’ve heard people say that “Pain is my muse” with respect to writing but I think it’s pretty accurate to say that those with a determined spirit would feel the same. For justice and their healing, pain inspires them to overcome and thrive because of it. This piece reasonated with me powerfully.

Everyday Strange

the ten swords
you pressed and
twisted into
my back hurt
and tore me
open but
they became
the best thing
that ever
happened to
me

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The Dawns

with disingenuous, frozen smiles
these callous beings
set out to destroy my faith in friends

far apart geographically
both had crazy husbands
and the same insecurities

how did i pick identical personas
these two made from the same stock
who claimed to have my back

professing their love for me
they left when i needed them
never knowing how to apologize

for years i was in the dark
intimacy took a hit
lesson learned

Just Wrecked

Untitled

once safe and sound
our motion
jostling harmoniously
clicketing along predictably

but that train
left the station
leaving a trail of debris
in the crash

reeling emotions screech
as the brakes are put on
full stop
the damage is extensive

such a jagged mess
to clean up
but the nugatory efforts
fail

I Lose, I Triumph

Untitled

i was worthy
of a better, happier life
than you deemed
i was going to live

every time
my name
comes up
i hope
you choke on it
with irritation

that’s what you deserve
a lifelong
aversion
to the utterance
of what once
so effortlessly
came across your lips

i hope
it makes
your body
fill with pins and needles
whose friction
tears you up
on the inside

you
the creator
of your destruction

i walk away
comfortably
knowing
you’ll bleed
from the inside

i
am better
without you

**Originally published in Feeling Human Dec 2017. Presented here with revisions.