Castaway

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If I woke up on an island

alone

I would call it a vacation.

What better way to escape

this home I built with you.

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Epiphany

they call it when

little bits of wisdom

rapidly combust in

a mental flash fire.

What then is it called

when random little

moments of thankfulness

strike like leaves

floating to the ground.

Shapeshifter

shapeshifter

It seems obvious

the magic we hold.

It’s almost amazing,

 the way men haven’t figured it out yet.

 

We,

women,

are shapeshifters.

 

 

 

Sandcastles

cage

Detours and roadblocks and gilded bars.

Lines drawn in the sand

I wouldn’t cross except

that they were drawn by a hand

that isn’t mine.

Sign Here

 

Why does everyone assume that all souls

Sold were bought by the devil

When roads are paved with dotted lines

and all of life’s masters demand that you sign?

After-all “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”