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The Phoenix Has Died
The phoenix has died I can see that now I can see it in your eyes. Those bright blue, youthful eyes once so hopeful, now restless...unfocused. Once you were a phoenix on the precipice of flight with the promise of love and life oh, how I yearn to see that life in you again! She pulled you back, yanked you strangled you with her apron strings hung you, squeezed the life out of you clingy, whining a cesspool of anxieties belched out and incessant. Too caring, too conscientious to resist you conceded, and the promptings the promptings of obligation overwhelmed. So you froze fast in a nightmare a nightmare of anxieties trapped sucked into a black hole believed the lies kept the security blanket and sank in the quicksands of stagnation. The phoenix's wings were clipped no longer a phoenix... no but a goldfish in a glass bowl. Now you languish in anonimity never to make your mark mugged by a mother's insecurities. The phoenix has died. Written on 2/11/2017
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