Scrambling…

Posted on by saynotoclowns Posted in Fiction, PoetryTagged ,

through her mind’s thesaurus

she searched for other words for her wrists, singed

her edges smouldering, smoke fringed

internal edges, that is.

 

Scrambling through the messages in his eyes

he finds the one he wants to send her, hopefully

she’ll read it without doubt, earnestly

not doubting him, that is.

 

The other he, she should be doubting

he holds that glass, sun’s rays re routing

to warm her, that is

what he’s always told her…

38 thoughts on “Scrambling…”

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            Davy D says:

            It worked Vanessa. I found DV was always a very difficult thing to deal with. It was so complex and it seem to be embedded in the generations of some families.

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              saynotoclowns says:

              It’s truly tragic!
              I got very involved with the lives of an Afghani refugee family when we were in the States…needless to say, their story was so complex and so heartbreaking. (These people are dealing with layers of trauma we can only imagine in the west.) But i don’t know how people (you) cope(d) dealing with these cases all the time! My hat’s off to you.

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                Davy D says:

                Thanks Vanessa, I dealt with numerous cases and, as you say, difficult to imagine what they were going through. It is sad to say but I think you just build a shield and try to work out the best way to deal with it as a human being.

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            Davy D says:

            I was lucky in that I was just a witness Vanessa and not a part of some of the nightmares I had to deal with. It always left me with a feeling of appreciation for the life I had and also the strength and courage some people had, to face and deal what they went through.

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    Diana says:

    I’m showing up here for some friendly banter, or a little word sparring. I’m in the red corner with some oversized gloves on … air jabbing, trying to impress you with my moves. Just like you impress me with your WORDS 🙂

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      saynotoclowns says:

      Hi! Thank you! I was actually looking for something else, when I saw this. I had forgotten it, but some abuse issues have been so on my heart lately, it was timely.
      Thank you for your feedback, always much appreciated! 🌸

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hi. friendly banter is always welcome.

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