Retaliatory Reparations

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Woah, that was terrifying. I fear the day when my soul is weighed. Fearing my soul cannot balance the feather. So, every day I try to do better than the day before. Some sins can never be atoned, but maybe if I do enough good they will be balanced out. Nicely written. Good image choice, fallen warriors sent to meet out Odin’s vengeance for a life poorly lived. As always a joy to read your work.
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This made me remember a long forgotten nightmare I had about my ex crawling through a window trying to get back in the house in the middle of the night. I felt the weight of his body as he sat on the corner of my bed and made to reach for me. I pulled a huge knife out from under my pillow where it was placed every night and I launched myself into the darkness, snarling, hissing at him that this time I would win… I woke up then but have never been able to sleep with a window open in my house anywhere until I had bar locks fixed to them so they would only open a little bit.
The feel of this poem reminded me of the feeling of the mare.
Did I like it? I don’t know… did it resonate with me? Oh hell yes. Will I remember it? Absolutely.
Sometimes it isn’t about liking something. It’s about recognising the power it has to move you. This moved me in ways I did not anticipate.
I like that! 😀 xx
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Oh wow thank you. I have a few dark ones. They seem to be rising to the forefront of my mind. I finished another last night and began a third. Not sure where or why they are bubbling up but going to roll with it. A lot of red eyes in the night slobber and rage a lot of rage. I am am glad you enjoyed even though it brought back some awful feelings. The emotional reaction is what I want. I write my words it is the reader who interprets them. Holy crap that was deep for 6:47 a.m. and no coffee still brewing away
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Haha get some coffee down you woman! 😀 x
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I am! And kitten. And Tember. Sipping slowly
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