strike iii

she looked away and let
the words stay hidden
so that they may not be
bitten by the teeth of
her dissatisfaction
but beware to the ones
who push her buttons
for a reaction out of jest –
because she’ll tear down
the best of you and settle
for nothing less

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: reprieve

the liar & the stones

kill two birds with one stone
but the meaning of his words
were long, long gone – so a
flock overtook his throne
and they watched on,
perched high upon wires
all along they had known
he was the most cowardly liar of all liars
hid his pride behind a single
rock, his tiny ivory tower
always casting the first stone
chasing after bones, crying wolf

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: catapult

looking;

not even the mirror
could hold me within
as i stared and stared
i felt what i saw of myself
peel away – like saying
a word, repetitiously
until it loses all meaning,
just chewing on sounds –
between myself and
what i gazed at
was nothing but air,
and i was looking back
at what could never
get away from the square
in which i stood in front
of, almost every day –
trying to figure out
my angles and what
i should say

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: unmoored

depths

the ocean.
man ignores it,
because he knows he
can’t make it his own
to stand upon – yet still
trashes it with the toxins
and ugliness he throws
from his own hands, sending
his garbage down deep
into the heart of her, but still
chooses to rake his ships
across her skin, not caring
for the pain within

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: descend