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How wicked of a thought must you have to jostle a mind already organically filled with evil?

What is your terrible longing?

Piercing butterflies to save and study beauty you will never possess?

Plucking feathers from wee birds because you will never fly?

The truth is no matter how much you ply yourself with alcohol and other forms of courage I will always call your bluff.

You hit me in the face with your fistful of bad words but just what do you think you shall inflict on me with your vulgarity?

You are as threatening as a damp sweatshirt.

I am not afraid of you.

 

~Melanie Thomason

8/31/21

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creatures such as we

Another murdered midnight

under a starless sky

The words between us hang heavy

like the weight of the secrets we keep

Love is a cruel deception

for creatures such as we,

living in perpetual drought

If I could only tell you the toll it takes

being one of your lost causes

I hate it, though neither of us is innocent

The truth echoes among us

When I close my eyes the red rope tightens

I think of all the things we do in the dark

the silence sings as the rain starts

~Melanie Thomason

8/5/21

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She was dying so slowly from the poison that she never even felt ill.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that she had never felt well but she just didn’t have a point of reference.

If one is always in the darkness do they miss the light? Even if they’ve never experienced it?

Yes, yes they do.  She had dreams and fantasies of course but never the energy to even attempt them.  Her imagination was the only part of her that was truly alive and reading fueled her.

She at the moment was living a stationary life, too weak and limp to even get herself out of bed.  But in her mind she was hiking up mountain trails, riding wild horses and visiting big cities with immense skyscrapers she only ever read about.

She heard the comings and goings in the rest of the house and wanted to know what was happening, maybe even be included for once and she tried to call out but found herself too hoarse to manage more than a whisper.  A voice fades from lack of use.

She once again found comfort by carefully unfolding the tattered and yellowed piece of stationery that she always kept on her.  Within its creases she spied the tiny pill, its presence reassuring.  She still had some control and when she was ready she would go on her own terms.

 

~Melanie Thomason

7/24/21

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The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Smoky shadows

hungrily lick the tunnel walls

as flickering flames dance ‘round and ‘round

their unwitting victims with skin blistered and charred

singing,  “ashes, ashes they all fall down”

in our haste to find the light at the end of the tunnel…

we forgot to read the small print.

 

 

Photo by Anthony Rao on Unsplash

 

~Melanie Thomason

2/28/2021

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witness

gentle gloomy sky

a compassionate witness

to my fragile state of mind

~Melanie Thomason

1/23/21

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veil

weak winter sunshine

does little to pierce the veil

this mourning morning

~Melanie Thomason

1/23/2021

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Not complaining

It’s a small room

Simple

No frills

But I’m not complaining none

Got a roof over my head

A locked door

And a single bed

No pillow and one thin blanket

But when you’ve slept on the floor

or on the ground

It is a big step up

So I’m not complaining none

There is one small window

It has bars to keep me in

Don’t know why anyone thinks I’d run

I can still see the sun

And clouds

and sometimes a bird or two

I’m not complaining none

They bring me food

Three times a day

It isn’t fancy

But I’m not hungry now

So I’m not complaining none

They call me a basket case

I been called worse

Way worse

I’m not complaining none

~Melanie Thomason

1/07/2020

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defiant

yellow flower blooms

from beneath dead brown leaves

defiant beauty

~Melanie Thomason

11/18/2020

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