Clear

From the files of Unique.

Was the mind that chose freedom over mental braces.

Was the woman that ran far away, past the point of knowing.

Was the bee that stopped on the side of a bench, as its wings grew weary.

Was the man that kissed his date nervously by the station entrance.

Was the hand that held the man to attention.

Was the pen that stopped working at the moment a brilliant idea was formulated.

Clear was this page before I began typing.

Ghost

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Adieu adieu, Joker.

Queen Unique has gone.

She could bare your interruptions no more, no more.

She knew you watched her daily, and she felt weak with your peaking.

She tried to hide it with small talk of varying degrees of platitudes. But that did nothing to cut off the feelings.

She shared with you a lot.

You made her smile, from her fractured heart.

Only you became greedy, and she became despondent.

Queen Unique has removed you from her world.

She needed stability and affection.

You, Joker, delivered anxiety and depression.

Adieu, adieu, Joker.

Mrs Pepperdew

📸: Pixabay

Mrs Pepperdew peppered you with spice.

Mrs Pepperdew peppered you how nice?

Mrs Pepperdew flummoxed you each time.

Mrs Pepperdew connected you through rhyme.

Mrs Pepperdew sang to you, with aromatic spices.

Mrs Pepperdew convinced you that you could sing. But Mrs Pepperdew mocked you, as crow swooped in, ripped your tongue out and tossed it into the fire.

It snapped, it crackled, it fizzed, and it banged.

Mrs Pepperdew sang and she sang, and she sang!