A thousand years past
and still the hunger drives me
to rip them apart.

A thousand years past
and still the hunger drives me
to rip them apart.
You're unconvinced
by my words, so I simply
hold you tighter and hope
that you can feel it.
#Emoetry prompt for 9/14 is #Unconvinced
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She was named after a flower
that's all she remembers now.
Not the shape of her face,
the sound of her voice
or the feel of her arms.
The important parts of her
Mother purged from her mind
by the passage of time.
#SenseWrds Prompt 266 #poetry
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the Fountainhead
disgorged Truth
at an alarming rate -
What was the point
of being All Knowing
if you were
powerless to stop it?
#SenseWrds Prompt 264 #poetry
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innocence
departed
a
terrible
raw
starkness
the
mind
quite
aghast.