In a word ~ RUN

You frolicked gaily at the masquerade Swooned like a schoolgirl at a hit parade Reaching and conversing throughout the day Thinking to yourself you can do this thing Clueless to what you’re setting yourself up for A genius IQ does not smart this one make It makes him cunning and wickedly dangerous Numerous casualties left

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;