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Firefly
I
always believed in you, You asked about my firefly
collection, Sitting on the shelf. And I told you
quietly, That I could hear them breathe. Illuminating the
shadows in my room, Pulsating in rhythm to the beat, Of
your heart I held so, Just so, in my hands. You said
forever. I replied, always. At dawn, I sat at your side, As
you dreamt a dreamer’s dream. Free from the abscess of
our love, And you never told me why.
A
sole firefly remained, Looking down on this scene. The
glow, fading in twilight, And as it spiraled to join its
dead, Your heart turned in my hands, And I awoke alone. The
bed still warm, And the room now dark.
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Life
below God
Mother
promised, We are children of God, As she hooked a golden
cross, Around my neck. Her faith enveloping me after
birth, Holding me when I shivered. As a child, I reveled in
this. Nightly, stargazing, I searched for God. For
mother said, He was watching.
My
mother promised, That life held only good, And the evil I
thought existed Was merely a figment, Of a child, And an
ever growing nightmare We only come to realize as adults.
Didn’t
he know I knew no evil, As he crept silently into this
dreamscape. Could he not see, From his vantage point, The
gold cross I wore, Recording his sin.
My
mother promised, This too shall pass. But since, I dare not
move. That night I unfastened the cross, And laid it on the
nightstand.
Often,
as the stars rise at night, I turn my gaze to the
earth. Knowing now the betrayal of men Is preferable to
that of God.
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