A tethered wind blows in my direction, I hold streadfastly to what I own, as to not lose anything, my grip softens, I grit my teeth and close my eyes tight, clutching onto what I know is mine, the gust is stronger than I, my grip loosens, for a second I fly in freedom, letting it all go, suddenly I am yanked back, locked in ankle shackles, I am suspended in endless motion, while the clouds obstruct my view. I am a survivor and a seeker... ~Andrea Bosiger, "L.A."
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Fantasy weaves an intricate fabric, a summer batik of wild and brilliant patterns, or perhaps a cool creamy silk, luminous and flowing, Drape you in fantasy... Add water and it becomes a warm, erotic, landscape of sensuous curves and gestures, Do I dare pull a thread and watch it unravel? ~Andrea Bosiger, "L.A."
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Clinging to love's only thread, this love frays to a single strand, clutching in mere desperation, we rock back and forth and back and forth, I look up into your eyes and see the fright that's hidden there, while I try to offer you comfort in my glance, but I too am frightened, embracing one another, the strand begins to break, do we fall together to soften the end? Or fall separately into the unknown devastation of the frayed pieces of our hearts? ~Andrea Bosiger, "L.A."
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Vengeance runs frigid and rampant through my veins, Cold and sharp, like the blade I hold in my hand. I stand above you in time, As I look down at your vacant stare, I raise my dagger high, With a thrust of strength I drive the blade deep, piercing your heart, I am indignant as I watch you gush a murky deceitful blood, unpure and brown... Your oaths and swears to your whorish mother offer you no reward this hour, I will lay you to rest among the filth in which you reside, There, I have dug your grave and will bury you among the breeding swine and cocks. ~Andrea Bosiger, "L.A."
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