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The Moth

06 Jul, 2021•

Lisa K. Rayner

A moth flew in to

Our home last night

Lured by the light


And false sense of warmth

Could it change its course?

The glow from the candle I lit

Belied the cold that hung in the air

Of screaming realizations


Of I no longer care

Of silent I hate You's

Of biting my tongue

Of giving my all

Of protecting my young

From who?

Now Towards the end,


Of losses and wins

Your persona takes on a sort of


Picture of Dorian Gray,

only there was no painting in our closet

to bear the brunt of your sins.

The creases and crevices and sun-damaged face


Take on an evil that time can’t erase

as if your efforts to hide how you felt

could no longer be contained

festering behind your gold-lensed Gucci aviators

No more restrained.

The Moth

06 Jul, 2021•

our love is like moths to flames

A moth flew in to

Our home last night

Lured by the light


And false sense of warmth

Could it change its course?

The glow from the candle I lit

Belied the cold that hung in the air

Of screaming realizations


Of I no longer care

Of silent I hate You's

Of biting my tongue

Of giving my all

Of protecting my young

From who?

Now Towards the end,


Of losses and wins

Your persona takes on a sort of


Picture of Dorian Gray,

only there was no painting in our closet

to bear the brunt of your sins.

The creases and crevices and sun-damaged face


Take on an evil that time can’t erase

as if your efforts to hide how you felt

could no longer be contained

festering behind your gold-lensed Gucci aviators

No more restrained.

Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers

Shelf Life of a Trophy Wife
is comprised of a series of sessions. Sessions which reveal a new piece of the puzzle, an emotional insight into the life of a torn soul trying to survive—hoping to survive in spite of all the setbacks, abuse, and heartache. Proceed with caution and care.

If We Had Told...

There is a picture

of Jennifer and me,

When she was five

One

Shifting through sands

of emotion laughter leaves

me broken but not afraid

Waking Up in Watercolor

I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding.

3AM

3AM

Its 3 am and again you are not

Next to me

Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers

Shelf Life of a Trophy Wife
is comprised of a series of sessions. Sessions which reveal a new piece of the puzzle, an emotional insight into the life of a torn soul trying to survive—hoping to survive in spite of all the setbacks, abuse, and heartache. Proceed with caution and care.

If We Had Told...

There is a picture

of Jennifer and me,

When she was five

One

Shifting through sands

of emotion laughter leaves

me broken but not afraid

Waking Up in Watercolor

I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding.

3AM

3AM

Its 3 am and again you are not

Next to me

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