reeking of a shellacked level of artifice her mocking faux laugh reminiscent of a wheezing death rattle or old fashioned saw it hemmed back and forth as she nodded almost rocking I cringed held my breath her gaze a jewelers loop appraised my hair, my shoes, my lack of ornamentation her eyes glittered, her brittle …

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I take the stand an unlikely visitor . before me stands my inquisitor- While he looks down My head is held high- … I never leave his eyes.. “What say ye who stands accused?” “That which I do not possess does not make me love it any more or less. Those that have things arranged …

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Gold has turned to salt water I’m afraid I may falter Im told there are worse chains- Dont complain. Feel myself changing re-arranging all that I once believed all to which I’ve cleaved. Wafers of sand dollars crushed underfoot The eldest of his harem, she bleeds but is barren. Belonging to one, loved by none. …

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White man of yesteryear, from my tower I hear dirty boots astomping above, not underground- needs no prompting. He smells not of calvin klein, but of earth, sweat and spine tobacco, lead, rotgut and pine No thought fraudulent, or political convent Unfettered, ungelded, hellbent, a dying breed. Coachman yells “faster they’re gaining!” He charges on …

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Anxious langor turns to vicious anger Try and hurt one I love, you’ll discover what hate’s made of It wouldn’t be so hard, I would not hesitate. Pen, knife or hands , I will dissect, then eviscerate Shylock you are in my sites You’ve preyed upon us too long now Contaminated us with lies and …

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The Calling I , the undersigned , awake shaken, shivering strangling in a web of my own making How far can I bend without breaking? The Gods, displeased, want sacrifice With knife I cut , my fears, my vices They call , “Have you lost your wits? Do you not read the obits? and while …

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“He had a Gladstone bag, he did, of leather” “A doctor?” “Don’t think so, not much of a talker.” “Charming?” “No, but clever” The lot of them, women, down and out. desperate for a draught of gin or stout. favors for pence, shillings, from the quite generous, perhaps a crown. The younger ones said “I …

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