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Pretty Package

Pretty Package

Run run
But where is there to go
My words die rapidly
Decaying as they flow

Crying clotting candle wax
Trailing blisters as they fall
I'm standing blindfolded
Back against the wall

Hoping hands
Will soon start to itch
Begging for just
One little finger twitch

What a pretty package
But inside so rotten and gory
Look at the path I've traveled
Seen what waits before me

All my days are dim
Ancient attic lamp light lit
Just breathing in and out
Until my heart decides to quit

Film flicker fills my eyes
Gray and dark and bland
Just pull the trigger now
And leave me where I land
 

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Edward Williams

Great poem Twilla Each stanza is crafted every so perfect and the end was a shock to me but sounded good .. strange and beautiful pretty package 👏👏

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Twilla Carpenter

Thank You so much, Edward. I honestly dont remember writing it. I came across it in the notes on my phone in the file I use to record any results of sudden inspiration. The words are vaguely familiar, but I must not have read over it after typing it in a hurry. So when I came across it today I had to put it where it belongs. The best works always are the ones you allow to come from you rather than force into existence. And this is a pure distilled moment of emotion.

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Edward Williams

Lol that’s awesome ..😂.. I’m after doing roughly the same I have a drawer in my dresser that’s just full of partially written stuff and jots and .... some jems yet to be found😉lol
great work.

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Silent Dreamer

Wow this is a chilling and intense write! Amazingly woven together and so very painfully raw and deep👏🏽👏🏽

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Twilla Carpenter

Thank You, Silent Dreamer. And while I'm replying let me apologize for not stopping in to read yours and everyone else new works. I will soon. I've just got a lot going on at the moment.

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Silent Dreamer

Aww that's completely understandable! Life can be hectic, no apologies😊💕

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A Lonely Journey

Oh my gosh, Twilla, I love your writing(sorry, I know it's sad, but you're like a female me...just better looking...and smarter...and a better writer...and person...OK! enough! We've established that you are me, only better), but you're great, and a fantastic writer! 

Matthew. 

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