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Living Death 


The minutes just keep passing

White on my wrist red on the clock 

Menacing with a secondhand 

That hangs on the wall

While the reel of visions

Unravel in my mind 

The harder I try to stop

The faster they come

Searching and found 

Unmoving on the ground 

Lifeless and stiff 

Gun by his hand 

Facedown in a river of blood 

I can’t stop either

Time passing 

Or visions from coming 

Over and over like a broken projector 

And yet it somehow all slows

As it meticulously drives me mad – 

j.a.terry 3.31.17

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Behind closed doors ~

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She sat in the corner of that darkened room long after he’d gone; wine flowed and the candle flickered, shadows matching their rhythm danced wildly across the walls. If she breathed deeply his scent filled her senses, closed her eyes and felt his hungry touch; words poured forth, steady as tears that fell, she conjured all night and still he did not come.

That’s when she knew, love was done.

©2014 jillterry | jillterry.com


DOORWAY TO A DREAM

Standing at the threshold
Having followed the sacred path
I emerged from my own crysallis
Discovering the colors of my heart

I hold the key in my hand
Unlocks the doorway to a dream
I give all I have in offering
Yet still am not bade entry

©2012 Jill Terry


DISEASE AND DISASTER

She couldn’t be certain
Though it really mattered not

Which came first
Each feeding the other

Was the disease
The cause of her disaster

Or did her disaster
Cause the disease

Regardless . . .

Disease and Disaster
Go hand in hand

Ruling with an iron fist
Encompassing her entire world

Snuffing the light
Illuminating the darkness

Torturing her mercilessly
And those she most loves

Exhausted from free falling
Longing to take flight

Far away and high above
Where no one can ever find her

© 2011 Jill Terry


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