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  Alone

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  “Time of death 4:32am.” I have been here for so long I can no longer remember when I arrived. Sitting by your bedside I have cradled your withering hands and stroked your dry cracked lips, still laced with the love we shared. Your skin is pale and decayed and each day I watch as more o...
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  Locked Up

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  You keep me here in this cellar this dungeon. On the walls crawl little creepy crawlies and yet those tiny creatures are more free than me. At least they can roam the cave we live in without fear of becoming insane, for the longer I am bound to this cage the more I feel my mind chip away. ...
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  free at last

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  I turn to you and consider how to avenge your sins. Words that could bust from my lips hot angry veil language that could seep from my mouth like a volcano erupting smoke and ash soaring into the sky staining the picture perfect blue gray. Hands that could form fists and dent your u...
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  Time of Death...

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  “Time of death 9:43am.” I have been here for so long I can no longer remember when I arrived. Sitting by your bedside I have cradled your withering hands and stroked your dry cracked lips, still laced with the love we shared. Your skin is pale and decayed and each day I watch as more o...
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  Stone Cold Heart

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  I wonder how you came to be for your stone cold heart doesn’t seem to beat. There’s a chunk of ice in you chest, frozen so cold you will never rest. The Love I gave you could never undo the hate that sits inside of you. My heart was full of that sticky liquid and my veins heaved in ...
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  What He Did

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  Here the sky is always gray and I never stray from the casket I am anchored to Oh how did death come so soon. My heart is beating, but I do not feel alive Oh how life used to be so divine. The sun would drip its luscious rays upon my head, and I would smile as I went to bed. But now t...
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  Sidewalk

  

  By be_unique., Boston, MA

  Cracked and broken I was once new freshly paved now trampled, too many people have crushed my face. I am an outcast in my own home. Dry, like sand paper I am slowly worn down. No one tends to my holes, and as the years pass I crumble no longer able to bare the misery. I feel abandoned ...
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  Hallow

  

  By be_unique., Sharon, MA

  I am no longer me, I am naked, stripped open. Raw. Empty. You took me, away from me. Hid me somewhere where I would never dare come out, to find myself. Locked me up somewhere alone. While the rest of me wandered. Its like the homeless people you see, with the barley filled cans tha...