Muse's Resistance

Kitty mews in the dark
The other sits beside him
He slumbers, satisfied with his kill zone.

The other contemplates the belt as it sits
Wrapped like a mortal coil.
How easy it would be to slide it around his neck
Yank
Until the mortal coil snaps and leaves its band
Of red around his life.

She could be finished
With him
Forever.

Luck Buddy

The kitty gauges the situation
And his yellow eyes capture
The wrestling match.

The man is winning
The other is crying
For mercy.

For him it is all for the moment,
For the other it is an eternity.

The kitty mews and his wraspy meow
Is covered up with the pants and heaves.

Enough, the other whispers, gasping for air
Hoping the end is near.

All the other does is hold on around his neck
Digging nails into his back
And hopes to draw blood.

Finally, the end is near and he breaks from the other
He's finished
Her.

Lucky Him, he got away with it again.

Unexpected Twist

Isn't that everyone's "favorite" part of a story, yet the most aggravating? That scene that leaves you, the reader, with a tight knot in their stomach that makes you cringe, a slight attack of nausea might even settle in and make you wonder, "Ok, now what?" Well, that what my Valentine's Day was about today.

While excitement and thrill spilled over my emotions tonight, it was indeed the unexpected twist that has now caused a lingering sick feeling in my gut that sends wave-on-wave of uncertaintity.

Pan-Bear, 2 cards, a dozen roses, dinner, an Eagle in the highlands of Scotland, a hand-crafted bound book with pictures and vellum- it all leaves me wondering, "Ok, now what?"

My heart for the first time since that day feels heavy with confusion and sadness. So, until this unexpected twist decides to untwist itself, it simmers in my emotions and it keeps me awake at night.

Fix You

I am so angry.

How does she get away with it all?

How does she escape the pain?

Why did you send me here?

Just take me out.

You don't want to bless me anyway, so just send me home.

Stop wasting your creation with me.

You won't send that man will you?

He's never coming for me, is he?

Stop sending me mixed signals.

If he's coming, if he really is coming,

Please, please, please, please...

Let me have a glimpse of his face?

Let me hear his footsteps even if they are slow.

Let me smell his colonge as he nears  my side.

When it is truly time, let his hand reach for mine.

I will not reach for his.

He must pursue me.

He must want me.

He must Love you most.

Too bad unicorns are dead

And the Pegasuses do not fly anymore.

So, put me out my misery, send me home.

Am I really too fractured in the ways that matter
To the man?

Am I really too fragile to be held
In his arms?

I guess this is it for me.
I will sit at the foot of this tree
That hides me from sight
Because I am too ashamed to stand up
And decorate its branches
With my personality.

It will cast its shadow over my face
So that, no one will even know
There is someone living there anymore.

With knees to my chest
With arms around my knees
With my face in my arms
With tears from my face


Every morning after I wake from a wet pillow
I still somehow squeak out my deepest hope

Please, let him find me, somehow.

When he finds me, let him want me,
Let him desire me,
Let him respect me,
Let him hold me,
Let him love you most.

But at this point,
there are too many scars
too many stains
too many rips in my dress
for any man

ANY

MAN

to look deeper behind that tree's branches
see me
and want me.

Circus Tricks

So, I did something with someone I can't take back.

I wish I could because he does not care nor does he understand
And he certainly does not love.

Why did I do it?

I wanted it? I guess the that is the easiest explanation.

He called me baby for the moment. I liked it. He held me close, he kissed my hand.
He nuzzled my face and breathed into my ear.

Like venom to paralyze my conscious,
He bit my neck,
The only choice I could make was to agree to his terms.

Now, he doesn't even know what to do with me?

I guess even though my behavior permitted an escapist rationale
My heart is somehow safe guarded by some supernatural force
That has kept it from being infected by fantasies with him

I guess I should thank God for the nets he's carefully woven
Beneath me as I have chosen to walk a tightrope made up barbwire.

Yet, with all the mercy He's extended every time,
I stupidly keep reaching up at needle-riddled rope.

I let the metal pierce me
Over
and over
and over
Again.

Words I cannot Express myself

Confession To An Old Lover

There is a feeling I get in my neck,
Right between my shoulders -and down
Which I call happiness,
And it shoots at the thought of you.
But it’s a reckless bliss
To pull a triggers-memory,
Just to feel the pleasure there
And soak in it awhile.
For as soon as the trigger’s pulled
The round is fired,
And I am left bleeding,
A broken heart.

- Lance M. Lormand