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Practice Makes Perfect But the Fox Is a Hound Every Animal A lesson Another Notch Lives Forever On the Bedpost Of never Was Or will Be Rejection The knife That digs Grooves Of lost Boys Red Flags Have The Sharpest Lines

Romeo and Juliet Bonnie and Clyde What love has in common Is that it always dies Poison on the lips A dagger to the heart The world’s greatest loves Are macabre works of art Dying in a rain of gunfire Still won’t hurt as much As never tasting the power Of love’s deviant touch

She marinates in the mud Searching the sediment For gems worth gathering Even dirt will sparkle With the right ray of light Depression ate the manic Morose beauty But it is never enough To satisfy a simmering gut There is beauty in beasts A blaze for every night She no longer looks for heroes Her superpowers are enough Scintillation All on their own

Mommy’s in the bathroom again It’s her favorite place to be In the shower or soaked in a tub Is how she hides from her three Kids she’d never abandon Lucky to call her own No luxury of just leaving Like the only father they will know Instead her bathroom fills With the aroma of smoke and cupcakes Maybe one more glass of wine Will settle mommy’s inner earthquake Turmoil rumbles in her mind Daily build up of irritation So she marinates and medicates Frees up space for meditation Mommy will be out in a minute Baby please don’t cry She just needs one more minute To hide from her own life

Traveling down The staircase Of my mind I don’t hold Onto handrails But prefer To step directly On all the marbles Placed sporadically On the risers It may hurt On the way down But at least I know I have been somewhere

Beautiful black stag Hunted for his vigor  The treasure is his head Mounted over the bed For sport we celebrate his death A solo king of the beasts He loses his magnificence  If his head is trapped and taken away Not every hunter wants him in this way A doe knows a stag must play But just like there are many worthy hunters The stag is not so alone There are wild boar and ravens in the race A white fox and dire wolves to chase A haunted huntress will always find her prey 

On days my body Tries to turn itself Inside out I wonder why Is it so angry Violence is the only way For her to be seen In the moments My intestines wrench In depressed spasms I wonder why Is it so melancholy Tears of pain the only way For her to be heard Each time Crohn’s Disease Shows me who is boss I wonder why I got so lucky To see my own death Well in advance

I was just a single cigarette Of your chain smoking habit But I don’t biodegrade  When you are ready to quit  I can be your nicotine patch Rip me off and throw me away After you have been cured