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SisterA six letter word that causes me pain
The true meaning of which I would like to regain.
Vacant visits come and go
The pain in my heart is beginning to grow.
I am not work, not a chore
What you were you are no more.
Others around you more important then me
I want you back, what you use to be.
Salty sorrows flow sown my cheek
What we had, dissolving each week.
An annoyance to you but a blister
I want back what I called my sister.
The Crime Scene LS pt 2Detective Maria David held the long yellow police tape up for her partner Tony Day as he entered the crime scene. In the morning light the Lucky Sevens bar looked dingy and broken down which was not a far shot from what it looks like at night. Multiple members of the police department were scattered around the premisses looking for more evidence. Getting up to the door of the bar Chief Renalds waited for them with his back pressed up against the door frame. "Detective David, detective Day right this way." The tall African American man led them from the door to the back room where the body sat propped up along the wall, red crimson stain trailed the wall down to the body. "Tom Jones, thirty-five found by the owner at five this morning." A small blonde woman was kneeling next to the body, she wore medical gloves and a full body suit. "This is Dr. Emma Gold M.E of the next town." Dr. Gold looked up at the detectives and gave a small smile.
"Preliminary finding show cause of death was most
The thick wood door of the Lucky Sevens bar swung open as Natalie stepped in from the rain. Her brown hair clung to her face from the weight of the water. In the small town of Turner it was the only place open at eleven pm. In her black boots she got closer and closer to the long circular bar, standing there drying off a clean glass was Tom the bar tender. His black hair hung down to the top of his glasses and was mostly covered by a blue hat. The bar was small and there were a total of five tables placed evenly around the space, tables covered in a red plaid that did not match the blue seats. Seven others watched the new comer walk up to the bar and take a seat then they returned to their conversations. Tom smiled lightly at the girl. "I guess it is still raining out." His comment did not amuse her but she put on a fake smile anyway.
"Yes it is coming down hard." Reaching over the counter to rest her hand on his, she looked him in the eye. "Red wine please." Natalie remove
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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