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May 30, 2015

i woke up to the voices again

after all that drinking and St-Henri parking

in front of the usual side streets

with bearded hipsters

open door lofts

stolen dreams. Coming out

of Cayenne and Pepper

sexy shoes and leather.

i don’t know what i was

thinking when we had those

shots, those drinks,

wine, and i didn’t smash

into you at the street

corner, looking like

quite the classy whore,

there was some white lace too

enough of it to want to see

underneath. no more questions

about my ass

my poems

just listen to my voices,

or ignore me.

it’s what you do best.

i ran out of cream

have to always catch myself

as I fall. my arms

are comforting

my words free me,

it’s the only way

to breathe from the place

you make it hard to breathe from.

what distance? you’re here,

what time? you’re on it,

what sky? you’re staring at it,

what sex? we did it.

did you have enough of me?

trust me, i know,

i have had just about enough

of myself too. i can’t blame you

for leaving me, i wanted it,

it’s my island

i want to be alone

on it.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

17

  1. Randstein says:

    A conversation that stirs the heart.

    1. Chrissy says:

      and the soul 🙂

      1. Randstein says:

        Absolutely! 🙂

          1. Randstein says:

            Yes! 🙂 you write in a way that is so gripping. Your words are very hard to let go of.

          2. Chrissy says:

            That’s my best compliment! Thank you❤️

          3. Randstein says:

            You are welcome 🙂

  2. Chrissy says:

    Hi, that tag is for my book. click on Crush on my menu bar and you could order my book if you like paranormal romance 🙂 thank you for your kind words!

  3. A sweet and disturbing rouse at tainted love and self-destruction. Love can be such a train wreck.

    1. Chrissy says:

      It certainly can be it all. 🙂 thank you.

  4. This spoke to me like a past lover

    1. Chrissy says:

      amazing, then my job is done. 🙂

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