Music Friday Prompt #6 “Stand Up” by Hindi Zahra and Wordle #123

You hollow my silences like a drum.

We were heading South long before

Our journey began. Filters clogged

All my ins are out, all my pieces

Strewn in the gusts of your ambivalence.

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You have to choose me

Before the springs in my womb

Loose all their kinks

And I am too old and too bitter

To let you hear my fiercest cries.

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If you want to keep

This train from spilling

Headlong into a ditch

You’ve got to conduct yourself right.

Before enough becomes

Too much to sustain

You have to say yes.

Simple and literal from me today, not my strong suit!

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Music Friday Prompt #3 “The Last Steampunk Waltz” and Wordle #136

Nothing diminishes regard

Like the undoing of virtue.

I swear to fashion a hell

Sufficiently wide

To satisfy your suffering.

I gather these habits

Before I fall into the gap

Of your gap-toothed grin,

A harpy with a princess fetish.

I remember not how joy goes

But in the end the choice is mine.

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However, this cycle began

I exist now only for ruin.

There are only so many ways

That you can lessen a man,

I have tasted them all

And before this is over

I will taste them again.

I remember not how joy goes

But in the end the choice is mine.

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Tonight the noose hangs

Low enough to stand.

All love requires

An element of invention.

What you have created in me

Must die if I am ever to be.

I remember not how joy goes

But in the end the choice is mine.

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Music Prompt #2 “Italian Leather Sofa” by Cake

When meaning fails

She gathers the hem

Of her skirt, a flash

Of indiscretion

Like a smile, only sharper.

She is a tease, a spitfire,

A rift in his accounts.

He craves her because

She never spares him.

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He likes the sound

Of silk being ripped

From expensive flesh.

She likes the shiv

Of his smile unbuttoning

Her overflowing blouse.

A passion that keeps them

Recoiling and rejoicing.

He craves her because

She never spares him.

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Her laughter is

Like a truncheon

Exchanged beneath

His unfrequented ribs.

She has a love of numbers

And he so much to give,

Whether a dollar or an inch

He is always considerate.

She craves him because

He never spares her.

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The press of her pelvis

Stamps out all memory

Of his failings

She likes the sound

His pockets make

When shaken.

He loves her violence

And she his.

A passion that keeps

Them clear of walls.

He craves her because

She never spares him.

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I went with a more humorous approach to this one

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