Blank canvas


She sits between two lovers’ dreams.  She can’t relax as others will perceive.  A blank canvas they paint their own reality where they can smile. They can love all the more. They exclude the child, but he won’t grow a bore. And they will last as they need each other’s security. And they will fall apart from their kept impurity. She will go to retrieve him . He left a note and his wedding band. He didn’t love her anymore. He endured her all these years. She will pursue with scorned determination. Her heart dying quickly. She will have to make a choice.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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