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Ocular

Her left eye turned inward. The excruciating pain welled up tears as her vision blurred. Stumbling, losing balance, she struggled to reach a safe place to fall.

Hand cupped over eye, all she desired was darkness and quiet. It struck swiftly this time, catching her unawares and piled deep in work. Timing is always a bitch.

At least the right eye was still clear. Maybe it would pass in a moment. The seconds and minutes ticked away.

Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. Tik.

Not in time. Voices rang into her ear. Unable to escape to dark silence for now. Droning speaking sounded like the low roar of a tornado warning, echoing in her head.

The pain spread from her eye into her forehead and cheeks. She could hear her own heartbeat in her free ear.

Pound, pound…pound, pound.

Finally, the voices drifted away and she stumbled to her bed. Rest, please bring relief.

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Cuddly Cat

He wailed at the restraints holding him back.

Struggling to free himself, he began to growl.

He scratched at his captor who held him tight.

The more he fought, the harder it got.

It was no use, he was trapped.

Finally, he gave up, groaning to himself.

He hoped his capture would soon be over.

Finally, the restraints were lifted,

And he was set free.

He bolted from the trap, stopped, and arched.

Then he looked back,

sauntered from where he ran,

And curled back up, starting to purr.

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Love Transcends

Love, real love, transcends.

It sees past wrinkles and age to see the youthful heart.

It overlooks wrongs and missteps, granting forgiveness.

It overcomes changes in sexuality, seeing the person beneath.

It understands sickness and steps up to care.

It endures hardships to share in the celebrations.

It pushes each other to improve to grow together.

It guides through darkness, and leads to light.

Love survives. Love endures. Love transcends.

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A Break

The orange hammock strung up between two oaks lured her outdoors. A breeze picked up, cooling in the summer heat. It was a lazy weekend, and she looked forward to this break for 12 days straight.

Her phone on silent, she slipped it into the pocket, then slid into the hammock like it was a swing. She inhaled the fresh air as she slipped off her sandals.

She lowered her sunglasses then lifted her feet. Carefully, she turned and settled in to the cocoon of the hammock. The sunlight pierced through the canopy, but the breeze brought relief.

She hung her feet out of the hammock and let the breeze gently swing her. She watched the birds and the squirrels playing in the branches above her. Slowly, she drifted off to slumber. Peace at last.

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Dream

Dream your way back to me.

Remember me in my youth,

when all was new and spirited.

Feel the excitement of each first.

Dream your way back to me.

Recall the elation of each first kiss,

The gentle touches we gave the other,

The electricity we felt that first time.

Dream your way back to me.

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Red Warning

Morning bled ominous red,

A warning filled with dread.

The lake ignored the warning,

Laying calm in the early morning.

Birds eventually took flight

As the red gave way to the sun’s light.

Only the early birds keenly know

Storm winds soon will surely blow.

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Give Way

The wall held back the water as it was built to do.

Strong and sturdy for years it stood.

The water rose, and the wall began to give to,

but it held for as long as it could.

Slowly drips began to push through,

small leaks streamed tears down.

The aging wall’s greyness changed hue

knowing soon it would drown.

Suddenly, it gave way with a great gush

And the water inundated the land in a final rush.

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Keep Up!

Cycles are off and the world is spinning,

A never ending journey on an infinite loop.

Over and over, the trials keep replaying

And won’t stop till the lesson is learned.

Swiftly turning, faster and faster,

Each day passes quicker and quicker,

with less time, less opportunities to change.

So we struggle just to keep up

And worry the world will pass us by.

Until one day, there is no more.

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Opals Afire

A disturbance call brought Alex to the scene in the outskirts of Chicago. It had been raining all day, and typically these calls were rare in this type of weather. She arrived on scene to a deserted road and nothing much else. She looked out of the car and saw something out of place.

A lone scarf fluttered from a tree branch, ensnared as it’s wearer disappeared into the night. The pavement was wet and the lights along the path flickered as the storm raged on.

Alex tightened the belt of her coat and pulled the collar closer as she inspected the fine cashmere cloth. A small label revealed its maker and its origin…Dubai, UAE.

She pulled the scarf away, admiring its beauty. The finely woven pattern in light and royal blue hinted at the owners taste. But, who was she, and why would such a fine piece be left behind? A mystery awaits its unraveling.

The blue and red light flashed behind her, and reflected against the marble wall, lighting up the sidewalk in pulses. Each time the pulse would pass, something in the grass, beside the wall, would catch her eye.

Alex walked over, tracking the source to a small patch by a blooming camellia. She bent down to inspect it further. Among the blades of green, she saw the flash again, and picked up the shining object with her gloved hand.

From it dangled a white gold link bracelet with three opals. The design appeared to be middle eastern. It may be from the same person who lost their scarf.

She looked over the camellia bush and saw flowers littering the grassy area and some broken branches. Something definitely happened here, but what?

She flashed her light through the park, but found no one. Finally, she decided there wasn’t much more to do at the scene. She turned with the item in hand, and proceeded back to her car.

She would need to find out more in the lab.

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Stellar

Can we go, run away, from these expectations?

Maybe just steal a moment in time once more?

Find our way to a grass field among the peaks,

Spread out a blanket, and nestle in close.

Watch the clouds drift in front of the moon,

And seek out constellations in the stars.

Let us lose ourselves, just for one night.

Sleep in each other’s arms, find some peace

Before life has to invade once again.