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These Times I’ve killed. I’ve killed men and women… hell, I’ve even killed children. I flew my plane and bombed the villages and flipped the switches when they told me to. I’ve pulled the trigger, and I’ve been shot, and I’ve even spent months in a hell-hole prison with nothing but watered-down shit to eat. I’ve shown bravery in every thing I did. But I still can’t meet her eyes.These Times
She looks at me differently now. Ever since I came back and threw my bags down, she’s been scared to touch me. Ever since she saw my scars, and saw my medals, she’
by ~gnixelpren
Quickie Mart Love I think the first time I saw you was in some run-down Quickie Mart; you pushing your cart slowly up the aisle in front of me. It was painful to look at you. Some suffocating beauty in your eyes, and the fading bruise on your cheekbone. I wanted right then to help you reach the cans from the high shelves. Wanted to build our children’s first swing set. Wanted to smooth my hand over your pregnant stomach and feel a kick. And then some new Oldies song came over the intercom and I flashed out of my daydreams. You were slowly turning the corner to the next aisle, and I watched your brown hair fade behind the shelves. &Quickie Mart Love
by ~gnixelpren
Stover Lake Remember when we were children and we would swim out to the middle of Stover Lake? There’s something idyllic about floating next to you, your hair twirling through the ripples to brush against my neck. Far out, the woods close in on all sides; but they looked like miniature trees at that distance. I was too preoccupied with the skies anyway, watching the clouds stretch and twist and dissipate like misty taffy. I used to pretend that I could push them across the sky, and used to blow them away so much that I grew dizzy and you laughed. The water was always chilly, but I could simply reach out to stroke the heStover Lake
by ~gnixelpren
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Fallen LeavesThe next time I think of you I want it to be brief, the kind of contemplationFallen Leaves
a child gives the small brown leaf smuggled indoors under his boot; a momentary blur of syllables
before he discards it in the trash.
As it is now, I see far too clearly each brittle vein crinkling fine lines that stretch onward,
finally veering away from wretched pain and rage, yet with no certain path.
My memories of you
are like fallen leaves, composting sentiments and insights quietly into fertile ground for life.
by ~soul-lozenge
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