Reading books was always a chore for Melonie
Every page was a struggle for survival with respect to staying awake
Viewing the text made the words devolve into scribbles
It was enough to give her a migraine just thinking about it
Even the pages would cut the wafer-thin skin of her fingertips
When she finally was done, it was all worth it when she left a one-star …
Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back
Never helped in the past and yet
If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am
Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down
Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings
“Can’t believe he isn’t bleeding out”
“Unless that means what I think that means”…
The zombie crunched away at the fresh brains, so yummy. They should have run.
Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
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Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
Slicing through all the bull that was in his way
He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit
All the while looking damn good doing it
Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip
Punctuating a perfect performance
So what is my line again?
Cut! Take five everyone, except you. Can’t you remember your line for five seconds?
Really. I can get it, just throw me a bone.
I should just replace you with the gopher. She knows the line.
Please! Like you could. I am an actor. You are just… well what are you?
That would be your boss, and the person telling you you’re fired.
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Fiercely defending her right to her emotional space, she stripped off the pink dress
Everyone was encroaching on her. In the past, they might have swallowed her whole.
Now she wrapped her fists with barbed wire, feeling it cut into her skin.
Come on world. It’s me against all of you, and I’m ready to fight dirty.
Everyone better watch out. Mama bear is ready to defend her territory.
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Scruffy hairs resisted his chopping
He reversed the razor and tried again
All he managed to do was cut himself
Vexed he blotted toilet paper on the mistake
Eventually, it stopped and he continued
Determined to be rid of the gray
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It was one of those days. Really it was one of those days, on steroids. Still, Peter tried to keep a smile on his face. It wouldn’t help to complain. Everyone would just blow up if he did.
His friends would probably tell him he had “first world problems”. He hated that phrase. His problems were big enough to make him feel swamped, so in his mind they were still problems.
Peter had cut himself at work, there was blood all over his clothes, and now he had to dispose of not one, but two bodies. Life just wasn’t fair!
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