Death Trap

She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is. Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt. Its simply a

Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction. It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once. Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves

Worth retrieving

She watches the water Flow lazily by her window Gently being pulled By the slow moving current Offering further proof In the power of connections Something she once put Total faith in Reduced to a place Where she no longer believes Still searching for her own truth Once given so freely A journey she must

4:44

4:44 eyes open wide Lay in the dark Gaze at the clock 4:44 make a wish So the final chapter Begins 4:44 everywhere I look Is it malicious intent Or only mere coincidence 4:44 how to break the spell Locate and remove the Emotional connection chip 4:44 she looked at his photo Saw right through

Empty vessel

He stole away Under the cloak Of darkness Backpack thrown Carelessly Over weary hunched Shoulders Filled with Unsuspecting souls Carelessly collected Over nowhere Miles Casting shadows Of doubt Calling it love Leaving a trail Of broken bits Wherever he goes © jillterry  

Letter to Veronica No.1

Dear Veronica Lake, The truth of us. Something you believe only the two of you share; yet something we’ve all been forced to wonder about. We too had a truth in an airport, he and I; just as he had truths made up of lies with a plethora of intelligent, creative, beautiful, loving, soulful women;