Forced down the hallway
Lights flickering at every step
My wrists sway
in the clutches of the officers at my side
Turning right, I’m shoved towards a table
into a seat feeling deathly cold
A man in a black man suit asks if I’m able
to answer questions. He is so warm
with a gleaming smile on his face
he seems to have
my same salivatating taste
for the truth
“Stephen, what happened in that house?”
he asks me presently
“We came upon arrival young mother with a bloody child upon her blouse.”
A pause. “You were downstairs, yet claimed to hear nothing?”
“I know nothing.” I begin to say.
“I heard a scream and dashed upstairs, to find her already gone.”
“To say this was me, there is no way!”
But the white suited man rose a grizzled hand.
“Then how did Tricie die, there was no one else.”
“You are the only possible suspect.”
“Spare me the lies. Stop trying to protect yourself.”
“Think of the memory of your wife, Stephen.”
“I’m still thinking about her this very second!”
“Tricie was my wife, my eyes, and my beating heart!”
“Your accusations will not lessen…”
“even the faintest memory of her, written on my hand.”
“Please don’t speak of the memory of my wife.”
“You only know signatures and suited thieves.”
“And fame, and for your work, a pretty price.”
“My Tricie was priceless.”
The man left me alone
shuffling his feet out the door
leaving me to wish of a home
where Tricie would be
How old are you? If your a teen you are very mature for one. This is amazing
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Ha ha everybody says that ๐
17.
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Wow
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Faithful mom…great parent who has great faith. Can’t go wrong.
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That’s because your brilliant. I never lie btw you totally are ๐
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Thank you Shelia ๐
It doesn’t always work out, but I try to be
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You will make it work. You are so smart. And you are getting support here. If you need a friend I’m here for you. I’m older than you but I really understood a lot of what you say. โค๏ธ you don’t give yourself enough credit.
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Thank you Shelia. ๐
People around me say “I need friends”, but I just can’t make ’em work out. I guess I need to do more work on myself, first.
I don’t give myself enough credit mostly because I don’t feel like I’m doing anything special. I’m trust trying to help others and progress as a writer. Maybe others disagree, but that’s just how I feel.
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There is no working out friendship- you just talk to people. But only do what you are comfortable with and what you are happy doing
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I guess. The things I’m happy doing often are scrutinized, which sometimes don’t make it happy anymore…
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I won’t criticize for things unless your hurting yourself or someone else
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And if my writing is bad. ๐ I’m a fan of constructive criticism.
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And your writing isn’t bad. Poetry is a form of art – people will either like it or they won’t – I think your stories are great too
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I’m just saying if I have a bad day on the blog, don’t be afraid to tell me.
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dev stop it dude – your writing is great – its artistic- like I said some people are going to like it and some people won’t – it’s like a painter I love Salvador Dali – not everyone does. Just because some people don’t like it – doesn’t make it less great to me . See what I mean ??
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I get you ๐
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Good ๐๐
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This tone of this piece felt empty. I’m not sure if that’s what you were going for, but good job.
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Felt empty?
Thank you ๐
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I hope I didn’t offend you. It wasn’t your writing that was bad, the piece rang of emptiness. I’m not sure how to put what I mean in words, but it wasn’t an attack on your writing.
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No, no. If my writing is bad, I would really hope you’d say so. I understand now, and yeah, I agree. But I wanted that way, so….:)
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