It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
Ha ha…good one!
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Thanks, lol.
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Great opportunity to quit!
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Hmmm…wonder how many sailors smoke? My dad was a sailor and he smoked like a chimney, so that’s my association.
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That’s pretty funny. I’m sure they must smoke somewhere on board.
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I’m sure they’re not jumping in with the sharks for a light up, lol.
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🙂
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So then they aren’t allowed to smoke? 😂😂🤣 Love it!
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No idea – but can’t imagine it.
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Good question!
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Lol.
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