Nemesis

He was an intrusion, of absolute proportion; penetrating her world after ingesting her soul in words; adjusting his intention to mirror her verse; and yield to him she did, as a scent on the breeze. He fooled and beguiled, wrapping her so tightly in his web of illusion, so as to not draw breath, in

Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything They often don’t mean anything He leaves them with nothing Varying degrees of his Needs or wants Determine the depth He is forced to Or willing To go Gluttony being his Favored sin He feasts upon Their emotional Need Savoring the flavor Of collective fear Seasoned lightly With his own

Collective fear

I feared the words He spoke were truth Of me About me In spite of me Because He knew me Because I let him Because I wanted him to Like none other Before or after Deeper Better To the core Then left to wonder If he knew me At all © jillterry

Reparation

Within her circle of stones She drifts back to that place Casting out shadows Demons handsome face Once lost in his darkness A labyrinth of despair Longing for an illusion Twin flames sweet embrace That lone wandering drifter Disguised as a sage Stealing souls Trying to make it pay She felt he was coming Hyena

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  

He left her

He left her hanging A Monet with no River Seine He left her barren An open book with no pages He left her questioning A riddle with no answer He left her doubting The truth of her very existence He left her incomplete Energy work only half started He left her drowning Gasping for breath

Insanity’s Final Adieu

His was a miserable life; wandering the globe pretending to be lost, feigning insanity due to all sorts of abuse; self-inflicted, youthful demons victim, to any and all who showed the slightest inclination of interest. In truth, he knew exactly where he was going, what the cost would be to get there; needing only to