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Hooked

Your fancy footwork in the ring

was almost enough to distract me

from the left hook you sent my way

that still glanced, ever so gently,

the atrophied muscle that sat

within my chest for so long

and refused to beat even once

until your left hook, made me strong.

© Autumn Siders 2016

#tbt

The past has a funny way

of becoming the future you never wanted

mainly because you tend to stay

stuck in the hell seared on your brain.

If only there were a way

to escape the prison you’ve created

then maybe I would be obliged to stay,

but your hell is not my future.

© Autumn Siders 2014

Fault Lines

The earth moved below my feet

as the dishes rattled their own beat

and the ceiling shook, raining down

as the walls crumbled to the ground

creating ruins instead of grand

structures that used to stand

before the never ending assault

that questions, who’s at fault?

© Autumn Siders 2016

Kitty Klassifieds

Human for Sale

Pure-bred human, potty-trained. This 26-year-old female will bring joy to your life. Knows the commands, feed me, out, clean that up, and pick that up.

Help Wanted

Seeking a responsible individual to clean up litter box twice daily. Tasks include scooping poop, pee, and occasional removal of errant waste. Must have the ability to bend over and lift 3 oz.

For Sale

Never been used cat bed. Was purchased for me by silly humans who thought I would like it better than the box in which it was delivered. Would be a nice addition to any house with a dog.

Personals

Single black and white long-haired beauty seeks no one. Leave me alone.

Roommate Wanted

Immediate vacancy for a rodent to fill the space in the wall. Previous tenant disappeared without a trace.

Missed Connections

The light from your phone

paints a blue glow across your face

as I struggle to connect

in this time and place.

–

I recount the day’s events

and how I really feel

waiting not for just a response,

but a response that is real.

–

The glow dims and your fingers stop

and I stare into your blank face,

“huh?” is all you can manage

as my words vanish without a trace.

© Autumn Siders 2016