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Episode 63 – The Initiative

Talk to me, farm boy.
Tell me of your intentions.
Will you love the girl?
Will you scar her,
playing at love only to entice?

Talk to me of your secrets,
parts less shiny.
Is the trust on your face
merely tarnish?
The girl has been lied to before.

Tell me, do you dance?
Can you carry conversation?
Will you hold the girl
in times of need?
Talk to me.

This is no ordinary girl.
Her powers lie
beyond your imagine.
Lead her to worries,
she will drink.

The girl is fruitful,
her heartland rich.
Will you stick around
for the harvest?
Talk to me.

Farm boy, tell me,
are you true?

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Episode 59 – Harsh Light of Day

She wears scars on the inside,
      dragon inn
            dragon out,
drops her dress to forget, but
instead remembers,
diving deep into crimson sheets.

He wears teal, the color of his eyes,
      telling tales
            trick or treat,
wraps her hair around him like a cape,
escaping easily into morning coffee.

She never looked for him in daylight,
      the sun
            so hurts his eyes,
burning still, but can’t admit it,
her rarest jewels in heaps at his feet.

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Episode 57 – The Freshman

One
where there were once
many, I take comfort
in the night, in the
creatures who
play there.  Room most
familiar looms uncomfortably
large. Words form not
in my mouth, but
rush out the sides.
Phone rings a lost love’s
breath, no voice,
only darkness. Music
plays, something pink,
as bandits sift through my
memories. Parasol of past lives,
broken at my feet. For the cry
of one small creature,
I crash through the glass
to rest in the arms
of the familiar.

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Episode 56 – Graduation Day (Part 2)

Shards of glass dangle.
Walking through memories,
everything fades.

I am your fountain.
Take what you need,
leave the spiders to feed.

The cat’s all alone,
counting miles
before dawn.

Some will be bitten.
Some will be brave.

In the mist, I must exit,
not saying goodbye;
just the slightest
flow of coat behind me.

And though we’ll meet again,
it’s twenty years ‘til then,
and many, oh so many,
snowy evenings.

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Episode 55 – Graduation Day (Part 1)

A vision:
Daddy’s little girl,

barefoot and beautiful;
but damaged on the inside,
burned beyond recognition.

If we are to die,
I want to lie with you,
poisoned and fevered
until we find our way;

bound together in battle,
holding your hand until the end.

I will kill to save you.
You will die to protect me.

As the glass shatters,
the blade penetrates,
deep, like the blood of family,

and we part like sisters,
silent, but sure
to speak again,
at least in anger.

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Episode 54 – The Prom

Out in the light she shines, you know;
for me, the sun’s a killer though.
I watch her face for signs of fire;
when embers burn, I let her go.

Paralyzed, her lungs retire,
leave her with no heart’s desire.
Her eyes, her soul, her thoughts so dark,
no touch, no word, no friend inspire.

From slaughtered dreams they do embark
relinquishing that inner spark
for love has left them in a heap,
not nightingale, but rather lark.

So dance with me, my secrets keep.
Tomorrow, there’s still time to weep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

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Episode 52 – Earshot

Thoughts travel my head
down hateful,
repetitive,
full-of-pain avenues.

The tortured voice
of evil is mine,

attacking:
you are fat,
you are stupid.
you’re so alone.

Despair lies close
to the surface.
How do we
keep from giving in?

Can we learn to live
with our shortcomings
when confusion and regret
are at constant intersection,

crashing, 

leaving us injured
and bleeding
at the side of the road?

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Episode 51 – Enemies

The literature of her body
tempts him.

Reading by candlelight
he turns the pages,
but holds his love true.

The air grows chilly
with the smell of deceit
and the dark man
has much he won’t reveal.

Betrayal comes
in a small bloody package,
spattering
across his chest,

as the charade begins
with a kiss.

In the crevices between,
she is chained,
she is strong,
recoiling from the horror
of seeing him with someone else.

Still your girl
always,

but altered.

Not real,
but painful.

Not over,
but done.

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Episode 50 – Doppelgangland

She came for me
and I came for her.
We were lovers
for awhile,

the dark
and the light.

Awakening
in butterflies and daisies,
she didn’t know where
she’d been.

Who would you be if I weren’t me,
asking why you stole my boyfriend?

I try to send her back
to a world more tolerant,
but her charm
has lost its way.

Pink sweater,
banana,
orange backpack.

A fold in time
and it could be

leather pants,
red lips,
black fingernails.

Returning to the dark,
it overtakes her
and, once again,
she is dust.