Under the Influence

A Wise Woman Writes

Frigid fog

Relentlessly rising

From warm mother

Loyal as a dog

Turns to ice

When it touches my skin

Promises spliced

Into lapsed life

Secrets buried

Flashback of

Drugged days

Bitter taste

Anemic amnesiac

Miss you

Let’s get together soon

Sweet solicitations

Remember me

Drown me

Choking on vows

Cotton in my mouth

Rabid teeth

Bite the hand that feeds me

Blood on the table

It’s only a flesh wound

Attracting flies

And little white lies

Implications of a cataclysm

I hate you because I love you

Superficial sorceress

White noise aftermath

Cannibalistic behavior

I thought you were my savior

Dawn delivers

Veracity unveiled

Devoured dreams

Stockholm syndrome screams

Unsolicited youth

Pound the pavement

For answers and truth

Living unchained

Fades into fantasy

Under the influence

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Ephemera of Abeyance – A Collaboration By 1Wise-Woman and A.G. Diedericks

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Knife to my Back

A Wise Woman Writes

I found myself

Walking in my sleep

Feet at the edge

A nightmare reality

Making it’s way to the surface

From beyond the deep

My mind a raging storm

Faces and memories torn

Away in a frenzy

Dazed and confused

What’s in my head

Grasping at bits and pieces

I can see a light

But not the source

Yelling and lying

Can I stop dying

The sound of

Breaking boughs

Add to the echoes

Babies are crying

Running and hiding

They are still fighting

Sirens are howling

Who am I following

Searching for believers

Hands tied

You all lied

Macabre marauder

Voices in my head

It’s not your time

I don’t need a mother

Guess I’ll just ride

With my brother

Second guessing myself

It’s second nature

Second skin

If I could just get my mind off it

I’d get a second chance

Take a look at the abusers


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