never think
that someone would not watch
when you aren’t watching
the grand manipulator
who pulls the strings
must maintain control
to be sure, it will be subtle
but do beware
the mirror sees you everywhere
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mirror, mirror
Category captive
the grave
the shining bride
who promised life and love
may take comfort in oath well kept
though little else gives ease to her thin bones
once sweet romance has shivered quietly
into her lonely, frozen grave
she offers up the polished doors to living hell
as consolation prize
the desperate clutch of fantasy
leaves desiccated weeds where gardens flourished
in the summer of her dreams
and the broken bride walks slowly toward
the dreadful ending of her fairy tale
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belonging
what draws us to the fire of our own destruction?
to a person who takes the shine from our lives
and the hope from our hearts?
what flame is that with such power over us?
let go of the need to dance with the fire.
belong to yourself
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the devil you know
it is a sad fact,
many victims of abuse
will go back to their abusers.
there are many reasons,
but often it’s because the devil you know
is not as frightening
as the devil you don’t know.
starting over is hard
when you leave with nothing
but your life.
promises of true love
and new beginnings
can be tempting.
unfortunately,
the devil you know
will get even.
the devil you know
will
hurt you again.
because
the devil you know
is still the devil.
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merciless
eyes downcast
smile frozen in place
she thinks that she is hiding her pain.
dancing on a wire
to a tune played by her leading man.
it is a frantic dance,
a carefully choreographed ballet.
any flat look of disappointment sends ice into her heart.
there is no end to the music
no breath between sets
she must anticipate each twirl and spin
for failure is unthinkable
and punishment is swift.
when finally she sleeps,
her dreams are wastelands.
sadly, she still hopes to please
to find what is lacking, repair the breach, and return to the fairy tale.
she does not yet understand
that fairy tales are horror stories
in the end.
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screaming at the sun
hollow footsteps echo
through sterile parquet hallways.
stark walls boldly announce original works of masterful color,
aching with soulful beauty.
each wrenched from brush and palate by a captive artist
who gave hope and heart to beauty,
only to die alone.
quite suddenly
i am face to face with a crying woman
trapped in canvas
’till dust again.
her deeply fractured sorrow
singes the edges my soul
and i know
why she cries alone
(c) 2020 BGeiger
dreaming out loud 