DIG.IN

DIG.IN

Make me a soldier

Cut me down and build me

Rape me and pilage me

Shock you with my dignity.

Hold me against a wall

Crush me with your logic

A viewpoint so toxic

A hand that chokes: you’re not sick.

No, you’re not sick

You’re like me

You just lack

Integrity.

Carry your cross above your head

They want me dead,

If I won’t get in bed

And empty all my empathy.

No more to give

A life of pain,

Without suffering

Is worth the acceptance.

Benign tumors inside my tummy

I find your sadistic sadness funny

Be careful what you take from me

It’s not the last you’ll hear from me.

Dig in — my truth’s your destiny.

J.F

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TWISTED.BOW

Another night of casual

Debauchery with empty bottles

An urn to hold the ashes

After setting the night

On fire.

Her hair, a mess

Tangled in knots

A twisted bow

Is all she has —

Memento of the night.

She’s just a girl

In her mind, no where to go

Grownups dangle gold and wine

Scooping up what’s left

Confetti for the party girl.

By morning there’s a hush

Wide awake, bow unfolded

Crowds are gone

No longer a youth

An adult facing truth.

J.F

 

 

DAWN.RISES

Let it go, all those demons who love you so

Accept your fate the way a dog accepts the heat

Run from it as fast as you can go

Tour the countrysides of your mind — soon you’ll know.

Hear my heartbeat?

The tic-tic sound my pulse makes?

It is quiet among trees

Who share each other’s out-breaths.

Dawn rises for us

We awake to the sound of musical chirping

Bringing in the day

All for one more sip of your smile.

J.F

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