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UPDATE: I came in second, which is fine. Please make sure you check back for the topic for July.
I should really quit
my obsessions, they burn inside and
these tendrils and curls of smoke that
bring your face to mind
drift up and away from that bright red tip
like faded shadows
they are slowly killing me
with their insubstantiality
they grow dimmer, they leave me
with each breath
wanting even more
that I take now
of what we once shared.
I am lost.
I’m a cheating hussy and my husband couldn’t be more glad of that fact. Now, y’all might be scratching your heads at that one, but trust me, it’s the God’s honest truth.
You see, when I met the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, I was already married to a low-down, no-good skunk of a guy who didn’t know how to treat me right. Sure, he cooked me dinner once in a while. Yes, he took pretty good care of our kids. But that same man had a terrible temper; and he liked to take that temper out on my nice things, throwing them and whatnot. To make sure that I never thought more of myself, him knowing that I was the smarter of the two to begin with, he never missed a chance to put me in my place, especially in public. Them failed English majors sure do have a way with words sometimes.
When you added up all the fors and againsts, that scale came down pretty heavy on my leaving him, which is why, for some perverse reason, that man would do some strange things to try to keep me around. Continue reading