Archive for the Prose Category
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Childhood Fantasies

When I was little
I truly believed
my singing voice had been
gifted to me
by the angels
and that I’d been chosen…
that I was important.

It’s amusing now to reflect
on the thoughts I had
as a child
I mean, I’m not even a particularly
impressive singer
and I don’t believe
in god either.

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Domination

He finds the flesh a willing home
and knows that I am his to own.

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Baggage

He threw a heavy bag at me
and said “hold this and think of me”

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