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Destined to make the same mistake: A BC PoemDestined to make the same mistake: A BC Poem by *Everlasting90
Lost her family to the flames and her lover to the war.
To get the latter back, she opened the Otherworld's door.
Like Orpheus, she got her love back and lost him again.
The price was her soul and the free will of her descended kin.
A forlorn youth who feared her unknown fate
wanted not to lose her soul to dark hate.
Under the 16th moon, she lost her love, mirroring the past.
Like her ancestress, she read the book & said the forbidden cast.
Small FriendYour subtle lightning into the room;Small Friend by ~YourPandabear82
In silent motion, gliding
Within a world of loss.
Between the quiet sighs, the tears;
You are found,
A Mellow presence in a blizzard.
Your eyes speak softly in whispered words;
Together in warmth
We melt to the snow.
Remember the white silence before the pounce;
Quiet before your crackling
Storm under the tree.
Do not tell our little secret;
Ham and olives
Falling under the table.
I miss you.
SurvivalSleeping became the only relief.Survival by ~YourPandabear82
I no longer had to struggle to exist, I could float along in the misty substance of dreams I would not recall, and that suited her just fine. When I was asleep there was no dispute between us. She was free to keep stepping along, one foot falling harder than the other. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump. When I was asleep she was free to move without my reasoning: We had used up our miles, she was trudging through somebody else's. Reasoning didn't work on her, she breathed fallacy. I wondered at those who followed her blindly.
Moving became impossible. Victory was dragging myself from bad to lay on the couch in the next room. But it was a joyless victory.
If I was moving, I was awake. If I was awake, I could hear her uneven footfalls, feel her wasting away those meaningless miles, never moving from between her two great expanding protectors. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump.
Consuming became an obsession, trying to drown out her relentless steps in the crunch of a potato
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