Running Away

Little girl
The treasured dreams of my youth
rapidly grow old and stale.
I cling to frayed threads of hope
that somehow I will prevail.

As I exhaust all possibilities
I’m unwillingly made to face
that lies are my only lifeline,
in this harsh, unfeeling place.

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The Woodman Gets the Axe

It’s as clear as a photograph on a sunny day that you hate me. You say things to shame and devalue me but all I hear with these great, big ears is what you are so desperate to conceal.

Your lame attempts to hide your real motives under a veil of disgust may throw your friends off but I can smell the fear, as potent and rancid as sour milk. It seeps out from every forced chuckle and fake grin.

I'll erase youThese big eyes see that behind the macho facade there is a little boy trying his best to mimic a man. So, when I saunter in unapologetically, flaunting my large frame as a feminine triumph, your tiny ego can’t handle it. A large, powerful woman has always been a threat to the manhood of the miniscule.

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Trust Me

Lovers Kiss

Trust me, you said.
Do not dwell on the past,
this time will be different,
our love is meant to last.

Trust me, you said.
Let me kiss away your tears
and be the one champion
that can soothe away your fears.

Trust me, you said.
Hand over your frail heart
and I’ll keep it safe always,
even if we’re worlds apart.

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Flirting Fail

Lustful daydreams consume me...

artwork by Joseph Lorusso

What an exquisite creature!
My brain; once quite useful,
now just quivering jelly.
How is it even possible
to forget how to converse?
Numerous witty remarks
remain dormant on my tongue.

Your sensual siren song
is interwoven seamlessly
into every utterance.
So transfixed on your lips
words fade into nothingness.
Lustful thoughts rapidly consume me;
dream kisses of sweet ambrosia.

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Lost and Found – Friday Fictioneers

This 100 word story is a continuation of The Escape – Friday Fictioneers. If you want a better idea of what’s going on in this story, I suggest you read that first.

Eric was startled from his slumber thanks to someone pounding on the door to his suite. With a yawn he threw on the silk robe he had taken from a naive tourist. He didn’t normally steal from his victims but it was of his refined taste and he’d hate to see it go to waste.

He opened the door but no one was there, just a letter at his feet. He caught the faint trace of a familiar scent as he bent down to pick up the envelope. It couldn’t be. Eric swallowed hard when he saw the handwriting. Elle?!

Guess Who Found You

copyright-Rich Voza

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