One Hole One hole to make mine To do what I wished She looked up at me A smile on her bright red lips Naked, curled on the bed A kitten, cream on her whiskers. Smiling, Cheshire. She arched an eyebrow. The question in her eyes, If not on her lips. Which hole Do youContinue reading “One Hole”
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Her Courage
To hold her head up high While the arrows and slings Gather at her feet Tales of battles raged Insults and vitriol lay like branches Kindling for fires of hate She stands in the midst of flames Courage her shield Honor her armor As she dies a little inside Just by trying to live
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