Archive for the Melancholy Category

I will miss it in my own time
when I am down and I am done
they will know the secrets
underneath the layers, slight, fair
and cleverly reflected
obscene and unprotected
from a balance sought
by the lies that I bought
back when I wasn’t sober.


She can’t talk straight
Can’t talk at all
Unless she reveals it all
This one inconsiderate
This one unbalanced line
No happy medium
and the expectation
That she would lie to keep the peace
Smile to see her teeth
a little crooked
She can’t talk straight.


Such a pretty thing. Such a shame she had to scream. He thinks he may have broken one of her teeth. Not so pretty anymore. He is angry for breaking her. That’s not how a true gentleman would do things. If his mother was still alive, she’d be very disappointed in his behaviour. But then, mother was always very negative. Nothing ever seemed good enough. He mind drifts to the lemon tree out the back. How very appropriate she should be festering underneath it. The sour bitch.

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