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The Ransome Note
What is blackmail catering to one's
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar
watching the panting the empty air
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting
the brilliant hue manifested overtime
clinging to the boundaries of lusting
to simply breathe shattering hope
craving the harsh warning signs
the taking of every saved memory
stored so cleverly an yet balance
restores itself all else left dangling
surrounded by torn heart strings
pounding fret as per diem enters the
solid structure of surety awaiting the call
of sheer tangible wrath the wild eyes
the vacant stare pockets are being ripped
at the seams leaving only soiled lent
as a trading post to be equally shared
in a group setting adjusting the mere
solace for peace an eager tantrum arouses
malice and mangled sanity opening
the door to find your intruder coughing
up threats that he himself was forced
to swallow upon leaving ransomware notes
unapologetically relieved yet morbidly removed
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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