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Soft Moans

Katestrawberry

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Drama dripping, madness slipping from the depths of the downed twin-engine and she frowns

The frozen frame of a future dame she imagines could be the same- noticing her thoughts don’t make sense.

Did I leave the puppy outside in the rain? How could I forget such a thing? What if he’s hungry and all alone…

This must be shock, she decides-and her mangled form goes numb

Steel bends around her body binding her arms…”I’m pinned,” talking to no one in particular.

The pressure against her chest is immense

Soft moans and groans are heard behind- she strains her neck to see.

Four people are in her sights..why did we take this flight? Where were we trying to go?

Glancing out the broken window the pilot lays motionless in the snow

With no memory of how or why- she takes her last breath as a tear falls down her…

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Cause and Effect

Katestrawberry

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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…

Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?

The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency

From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky

When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.

As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.

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Soul Seeping

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The crazy guy with the creepy eyes is singing me a lullaby

In his head it’s a beautiful melody

I haven’t the heart to mutter… it’s actually a blubbering blunder

He looks down where I lie, his soul seeping, my thoughts meandering

Wondering what wanderlust makes him justify his pondering gaze

Thin lips parted partly allowing the sing-song and drawing a crowd around

My dilated pupils put up at the pinholes in the pink canvas above

Suddenly feeling the soft grass and flowers beneath my bare legs

Awareness…my spirit is leaving my body, and freedom comes with peace.