so suspiciously
inquisitive, as usual. How dare you
lunge forward, expecting the truth to be hurled out of my eyes.
exactly as i thought it, you knew and yet you ignored it. the knowing,
numbing feeling that it was all wrong. collecting your thoughts left you standing outside the
cement of my mind's great fortress. alone, and yet you feel i should let you
enquire into it all? not again. I will not let you break my trust again.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 days ago in Fiction
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Wonderful poem!