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Breaking Down
She was a window
Her pains clear and vivid
But then came a storm
One of great destruction
A storm that threw a rock at those clear vivid panes
One rock spider cracked -
Her Love
I saw her
Her curls glistening in the warm honey haze of the afternoon sun
Her eyes were bright and aware
Knowing and seeing
Seeing
She was seeing me
Looking -
Friendship
The bond formed by words
But evermore a wordless vow
A vow charged with thick through thin
A bond hardened by trust and poison
Manipulated and chiseled from those unspoken words -
Fairy Tales
She had been born from blood and tears
She had fought
Winning
Losing
Searching for something only found in fairy tales
Adventuring into tales of princes and princesses -
The Losing Game
I knew it was getting bad when I stopped washing the pears before eating them, not caring anymore if the infectious chemicals the farmers used made me sick. It got so bad that I became somewhat of my own strategist.