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“Screw you, lover boy.”

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“Screw you, lover boy.”

I’ve said it in my head so many times

You break my heart each midnight

& come to mend it again each noon

I’m so sick of the same old song and dance

and you have been given chance after chance

but you refuse to learn a different tune

Now I’ve lost the will and the desire to fight

See, you’ve tied me up and hung yourself

with the very same length of rope

I’m finally standing up for myself

“Forgive you?” This time, it’s a nope!

“Screw you, lover boy.”

You’ve finally crossed my lines

~Melanie Thomason

2/15/2020

 

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Momma

The wind cut into his skin

grey skies pressed down

on the rotting town

but at least he was home

Death’s shadow hung heavy here

and the sad picture it painted

suited him just fine

it was better than he deserved

he listened to the storm heave and moan

as his head ached with her memory

“I’m home Momma,

I never should have left you

alone with that mean drunk.”

He laid across the dust covered bed

that still had her favorite quilt on it

He knew he should get washed up

so he didn’t stain it with blood

“I finally stood up to him Momma,

he won’t be hurtin’ nobody else.”

But it was too late, much too late for Momma

 

~Melanie Thomason

1/31/2020

 

 

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Partners

The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.  It was exhausting looking for someone who apparently had no desire to be found.  Holly never wanted to see him again but find him she must.  She knew that it was the only way to put an end to this madness once and for all. 

Holly had left him and had every reason to be in hiding so why was he now missing?  She had lived in fear of him and was sure that he would find her…so imagine her surprise when it was the police who came knocking.  Now they were looking at her as a suspect, as if she had done something to him!

Apparently, Jake’s friends and family had painted a very different picture of the relationship, one where Jake was as pure as the driven snow and she was the vile and abusive one. Holly had to give it to him…he had found a new way to hurt her after all.  It was surreal hearing this version of events and Holly couldn’t believe they were ALL lying for him. 

Thank goodness for Detective Anne Sloan, she was the one person who seemed to believe Holly’s side of things.  Together the two women were searching for Jake among the living, while everyone else was looking for a body and proof of a murder.  Holly knew two things for sure: Jake was alive and she was not going to let him get away with this.

 

~Melanie Thomason

01/19/2020

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a conversation

“Take the gun.  Better to have it and not need it…”

She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket.  “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”

“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there.  Especially alone.  Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”

“Exactly right.  I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”

~Melanie Thomason

7/5/19

 

 

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Black Magic

His smile was like some kind of magic

As was the sparkle in his eyes

But she knew it would be some kind of tragic

if she once again went for the ride

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/28/2018

 

 

 

 

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