I know you’re just doing your job, I said to him every time I felt myself open to him like a well-read book. When he probed into my past, studying my history with eager eyes and pricked ears, I told him whatever he wanted to know. […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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I know you’re just doing your job, I said to him every time I felt myself open to him like a well-read book. When he probed into my past, studying my history with eager eyes and pricked ears, I told him whatever he wanted to know. […]
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If God has called you to be the head, It’s not something you do; It’s someone you must be. It cannot be something you think about It must come naturally, Like a smile when you’re happy Or a frown when you’re not; Involuntary like your eyes blinking Or the beating of your heart. The […]
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Behold, what I have I give unto you Not because you were always good Not because you were always right And not because you worked so hard. What I have I impart unto you Because even before you were born, I loved you. And despite your worst mistakes I believed in you. What I have […]
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Whenever the clouds labor and birth its rain, I see pieces of your broken heart splattering my windowpane. Your cries are silent yet I hear your pain And knowing I caused it is driving me insane. Your tears like chandeliers hang in my brain. Pretending like I didn’t care was both foolish and inhumane, But […]
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under the willow tree where I was dumb enough to believe you loved me, the blood of my innocence seeped into the ground watering the roots of that tree. I hope it doesn’t destroy the willow the way you destroyed me. © D.L. Lunsford
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Holding it all in and carrying it all on top. Dirty hands, sweat, anger. I see it all but I tell nothing. No one thinks to ask what I see. If you look closely you see the small prints of a child who was playing in the […]
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Rage boiling like water in a heated pot, Can’t turn it off. Pressure in my head, think it might burst. Stars shine even in the daytime Brighter than the sun. My knuckles bleed when I punch the walls, But it doesn’t relieve the pressure Because the faces I want to bash Remain clean and twisted […]
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When Johnny rammed the gun in my mouth, I felt cold steel and tasted death in the back of my throat. Blood trickled from my lip and dripped on my shirt. I was sure I had lost a couple of teeth, but right this second, it didn’t matter. All I could think about […]
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Your eyes rove over me feasting upon my life. Feverish with anticipation, you flip the pages. I saw your jaw drop when you read what I did with my neighbor. I watched you shake your head disgusted about the way I lied about it. At one point I thought you were going to throw the […]
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They say to find the Lord you need to come into the ark, To leave the safety of the umbrella is insane But sometimes you got to get wet. I found the Lord in the rain. © D.L. Lunsford
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