Hullabaloo 22

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For Just A Smile

She bows her head,

already feeling the dread

building up inside.

His face!

It shows all she needs to know.

Words are going

to whip,

to sear,

and she’s going to feel her self-worth

plummet down

to less than zero.

She won’t cry,

not then,

for she knows that he’d feed

on her tears;

she’ll build a dam

and let them flow in a rare moment

of privacy.

She knows that she should go,

should walk away,

but there’s nothing,

nowhere

and so she’ll carry on and cling to

every smile he aims her way.

(“Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.” ~Margaret Atwood)

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Powerless

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Red - Tanka

The color of love! Red; deep bright crimson passion, pulsing out heartbeats until that fatal moment of loss. Exsanguination.

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Red - haiku

Passion and anger! It’s always seemed strange how they share the same color.