by Cam

I often welcome sleepwalking through most of the week
But today I will not let you be a zombie
But You’ll never be rid of this poison

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by Fiaura

Six bullets to the heart, six separate, devastating phrases that brought about Armageddon. I gave her a decade of my meager existence, nearly half my life. She threw me away like garbage, and I couldn’t have been happier.

For I am like shattered jasper.
In briefest moment of rapture
An insight to the soul one cannot rapture
The ending moment so fleeting
The clarity when the heart stops beating
A rush of air, expands my mind back to this planet

I have been broken, then fixed,
Stitched, yet glitched,
Whole yet scarred
I am alive.

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Finish
by StuGLyfe

I destruction of the self is intolerable,
Everyone tells me
To destroy myself is acceptable,

I have enough to finish it all now
But myself and my self will be finished

I see a weak and pathetic child
Terrified of the ever changing world around them

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Under Steer
by StuGLyfe

I don’t usually mind the winter; I try to imagine who is the boss,
Sick satisfaction knowing that I am the most macho
“You press that button kid, you die today.”
The car slides and spins around
Crunch
“Everyone feels that way sometimes.”
The car is stuck.
lamenting the pain as my mind expands
Looked like the thunder god had an ******, then set the lake on fire
“DIVORCE!”, the boss exclaimed.
as I dreamt of my relationship with my father.

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by Fiaura

My ex-husband, his name is Gary
I still have his last name; never say it publicly
I’m publicized in the furry community yearly
Now working side by side with talented murk suited dancers
Because I’m honestly addicted to their hip huggers

Their suit-stuffs stays
The people leave them as strays
I’ve been given too much to even array!

Gary lived in the same house I had to leave
One day, I followed a dancer to the place my heart grieves
The outside the same, the inside a total change
The question is do I stay and heal or do I leave and deal.

by Amy C. Smith

A calm,
Comfortable spirit
Blew around him.
Her hands,
Strong at his back.
Whilst Amber feathers glowed from hers.

The Angel:
Strong,
Pure,
And True.

With just a hint
Of the impending Autumn.

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