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Sekhmet I keep a lioness inside.
My ribs are a cage.
To hold the beast,
For YOUR protection,

I can never forget.

Her claws rend me.
I bleed for her.
The pain reminds me,
of who I am.

Woman to be loved.
Lioness to be feared.
Goddess to be worshiped.

Creator
Destroyer

I will provide for my family.
I will protect my children.
I will tend my mate.
I will live free,
for myself.
Butterfingers I keep dropping things.
Butter-fingers,
everything seems to slip away.
Don't cry over spilt milk,
or so they say...
but if I buck up,
and keep on trucking,
the shards of what fell
still cut to the bone
regardless of the fact
that I'm not looking down.
My Own Universe I don't understand
the constant need
for soul-searching.
I keep checking
my pockets
only to give
myself a heart-attack
when it isn't there.
Maybe I'm addicted
to the relief
that I feel
when I find it
tucked away somewhere
for safe-keeping.

I don't understand
my one desire.

to be

the center of my own universe
the Sun smiling down on me
the Moon spinning around me
the Stars laid out before me

am I really that big?
am I really that small?

I don't understand
my special penchant
for chaos.
I struggle
against bonds
of my own making.
Breaking everything down
into pieces
easier to digest.
Then putting them back
tog
Night Blind You might say I'm driven.
I got somewhere to go,
but I don't know where I'm going.
I just know...
I gotta get there fast.
Now I'm getting reckless from this lack of knowing.
I feel it coming,
the slide and crash.
The squeal the tires make
turns my heart cold
and it shivers with the fear
of what might have been
if I missed that corner.

Baby,
It's dark out there
and I can't see past
the glare of the headlights.

I'm lost.
Do you know the way home?

You might say I'm driven.
I just think I'm going crazy.
You can come along for the ride
there's room...
Don't mind the seat-belts.
Your arms and legs should stay inside,

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My personal Mr. Hyde

by ~Blunderbess

Doctor, Doctor!
Give me a pill.
A pill to kill the pain,
to kill the darkness inside of me.
To kill the voice inside my head,
that won't let me sleep for crying.

How could the arrow miss it's mark?
Collateral damage and innocent bystanders.
I asked for an assassination,
got a bomb.
Now I 'm surrounded,
burnt out husks
and radiation poisoning

Nuclear winter,
Christmas in July.
Without Santa,
it doesn't feel the same.
I don't believe in fairies anymore.
All illusions stripped away.

Doctor! Doctor!
I don't feel right.
What have I become?
I think a monster crawled inside me
Do you know what's going wrong?
I think that it wants out.
:iconblunderbess:
Withdrawal is a bitch, and her name is Effexor XR.
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The Journey Begins... After a couple days on the road, it became very apparent to Razabeth that she would require more than the clothes on her back to make this work. While the horse seemed content to continue on regardless of the weather, the girl did not share her work ethic. It was spring… and in the greenbelt of the Empire that meant rain. Lots of it.

There really was not much left of the highborn lass that had set out afire with righteousness. It was very likely she had drowned a while back. Now her long hair was tangled and pulled back into a rough bun on the back of her neck. Her once bright red dress was dark with water and grime. The Popinjay had trThe Journey Begins... by ~Blunderbess
Prologue Part 2 While she lay on her back in the dust, looking up into the misty blue sky, Razabeth became aware of how very grateful she was that there was no one there to witness her final humiliation. The horse quite peacefully browsed the foliage, it's subtle rusting telling her it was close nearby somewhere out of her line of sight. A cold sense of emptiness began to set in. For a moment she closed her eyes and surrendered to it. Allowed herself to feel the full implication of the choices she had made in the past few hours. Two tear trails burned cold against her flushed cheeks. She allowed herself just this small moment of self-pity. Then she got angryPrologue Part 2 by ~Blunderbess
Prologue by ~Blunderbess
Torpid The rain has come,
It's cold drops falling like tears.
Phoenix flying caught unawares
entranced with the fiery colors of autumn.
Is battered by the freezing realization,
that the time has come,
for darkness.

The fire has gone,
snuffed out by the hovering storm.
Phoenix mourning lies weeping.
A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort,
made bony and frail by the wet.
stripped of beauty
and hope

The snow falls deep.
a soft numb blanket to dull the pain.
Phoenix sleeping seems dead.
Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent screams,
Aching and yearning for the sun,
and the quickening of spring
to awake again.Torpid by ~Blunderbess
Of Mice and Men Of Mice and Men...

I came to you as a mouse...
A tiny shivering thing,
Bedraggled,
Cold.
Wet with my own tears.

But I've grown up.
Hell ya!
I am a lioness.
I will rip your throat out.
Are you afraid?

You damn well should be.

I will not take your coddling.
I am strong.
Stronger than you.
Stronger than even I know...
So back off.

I will not bow to your whips and chains.
I refuse to be tamed.
By anyone.
A kind master
Is a master all the same.
A gilded cage.

Lions are meant to be free.Of Mice and Men by ~Blunderbess
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