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A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling.
The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot.
They haven't been used in ages.
Forgotten.
Just thinking. How many useful things so we forget about? How many people that made a difference in our lives, have we left behind?
Nothing is better than a kiss by someone who loves you.
Nothing is worse than when they pull away.
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 Feb 2015 Francisco DH
Mick
Our Universe is a piece of  artwork,
that will never be controlled,
you can try to trash it,
or smash it,
but it will never unfold.
 Feb 2015 Francisco DH
Mick
monster
 Feb 2015 Francisco DH
Mick
you know the monster who conquered your daughter?
the one who slept underneath her bed
and made noises in the closet just to get into her head?
the one that was grey with a red embrace,
the one that erased some important space... in - between her ears
encouraging her to grow up to face her fears with 9 bottles of beers.
but those tears would reappear when her closet would croak.
as she did when the grey man invoked her to choke--
when she was 13.
The grey man sunk her self-esteem like a sub-marine.
at 16 she started popping out window screens
and replacing her caffeine with green weeds that only helped her to forget 13.
22 and wanting to start new,
she moved to a place with a nice mountain view.
She dread the first night in bed with no light
despite that she might have read stories for good nights,
she shut her eyes and saw a sight that she despised,
a sight that supplies her whole night full of cries.
when she was 5 this man with a knife
stood over her bed,
there was something he said before he filled her head
with only the deep concerning color of red.
The words that he spoke turned him to a cloud of smoke
that she only thinks about while choking on lines of coke....
The monster now resides in your daughter
because the lines from her father
right before he was slaughtered..
were- "don't even bother to grow to be stronger,
because the longer you think you can conquer your life;
the  more you'll turn into  a monster...
and ****** your wife.
Daddy's leaving now,
But ill tuck you in every single night."
 Feb 2015 Francisco DH
Victoria
I will dye my beloved brown hair blonde for you
Stand at the mirror -
I pour down the peroxide.
Knives grate my eyes and yet
they've never felt this alive
With my wild smile and
yellow hair. No longer a cub,
but a Lioness.

I will slit my wrists in the bath for you
In any case
these full veins will only take up space.
Fumes of pink against the ceramic varnish
I smile at the sight of your blood leaving me
and this bath has never felt so like home.
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