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Six Feet Under

Oh, dear Mother
Six feet under
And nobody cared
Yet now the ground shakes
And the old are reborn
White hats fill these streets
Marching from door to door
“Recite the truth!”
“All hail the blood of the pure!”
“The blond toupe is our messiah!”
Yet these shouts aren’t the only fear
Your mighty winds have turned loose
Your floodgates are now broken
Oh, dear Mother, save us
We cry not for our self
Not for our children
For the skeletons have escaped
Someone left the closet door open
And none can contain
The guards have been recruited
Only to cry among us
Oh, dear Mother
Six feet under they were
Now here we lay
In our self made grave

© 2017 Jessica Santos


Dream Come True

Baby, you don’t know what you do
Every morning waking up next to you
Is a dream come true
Within arms reach
How could a day go wrong?
Your stubble tickling my neck
And your hot breath whispering in my ear
Yet a girl can’t get enough
You got me all wrapped up
Smiling like theres no tomorrow
With kisses as sweet as honey
And eyes like gold
You’re the whole package, baby
My dream come true

© 2017 Jessica Santos

In My Arms

Late at night the phone rings
And you’re knocking down my door
Saying you just want to quit
So I hold you closely in my arms
Cause I know you’re stronger than this

Feeling the scars on your back
I’m reminded of the weight you carry
Always standing on two feet
With the world on your shoulders
So I hold you closely in my arms
Cause I know you’re stronger than this

Even when you’re shaking in pain and anger
We breathe in deep
And it all just falls away
So I hold you closely in my arms
Cause I know you’re stronger than this

Those striking brown eyes filled with trouble
Peer into mine late at night
We don’t move
I just hold you closely in my arms
Cause I know you’re stronger than this

Saying you just want to quit
Is just not our way
In my arms
We are stronger than this

© 2017 Jessica Santos

Hear Us, Love Us, Rescue Me

America’s greatest holiday and he’s away. Away on vacation with a family of his own? Some may consider it as such others call it his duty and right.

Meanwhile, I lie awake at night tossing and turning. I haven’t heard from him and I don’t expect to not for the next few days at least. You see, we’re on a schedule. Only once a week am I graced with his scruffy quiet voice as he whispers into my ear. But that’s only through an earpiece.

Seeing each other would be catastrophic and not for us but for the family who depends on him. The weight of the world is on his shoulders and I wouldn’t wish that feeling on my worst of enemies. It destroys a being, makes them lose their self. The small glimpses I see of him, I see the struggle.

Secretly, he wants to run away to the coast or to the tippy top of a mountain far from the demands of another. But, his knapsack holds him back. It’s filled with the memories and keepsakes of thousands depending on him.

So, he can’t come at my beck and call. He can’t lay by my side at peace. But, together, on opposite sides of the world, we can stare into the sky looking at the same sun, the same moon where I will pray for the slightest ease of pain that he may feel from a blast only feet away. And he will pray for the silence that the world must beg for.

Maybe together, he’ll come home someday.

Until then, I keep the porch light on and the bed warm so that when he does return, he’s more than welcomed to rest his weary spirit.

© 2017 Jessica Santos

Twinkling Twilight

“Are you ready?” he asked looking down at her.

She shook her head, “No.”

He looked away and back at the view. He breathed in deeply then moved to stand behind her. With his chest pressed against her back, he leaned into her and braced himself on the wooden rail. She rested her weight on the rail and touched his hands with hers.

The sun was setting which radiated the scene with a fairytale like air. They watched the koi swim ignorantly in their lush pond. A slight breeze blew through and rustled the tree tops knocking a few leaves from their home. They drifted down and disturbed the koi who nibbled them thinking it was food. Somewhere above birds chirped and somewhere below a frog croaked.

Hidden amongst them in a makeshift Japanese tea house, they witnessed this secret life. None bothered them. It almost seemed as if they belonged there.

He pressed his lips against the back of her head and kissed her gently. She smiled.

“It’s been awhile,” she said.

He didn’t answer at first but watched as another leaf fell through the canopy and into a rock garden not too far off.

“It has,” he agreed.

She shifted around and turned to face him. Wanting more of his attention, she nudged his chin with her nose. He looked down and she felt as if he peered into her very being seeing past everything around them.

Tilting her lips upward, she kissed his lips. He returned the act. Her eyes shut then and she was lost within his delicious coffee laced lips.

When the kiss ended, he gave her three extra delicate pecks on the lips. He knew she loved it when he did that. It had to be three, too. He didn’t know where she picked it up but he wanted her to be happy.

“Are you happy?” he asked already knowing the answer.

She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck whispering, “Yes.”

A smile grew on her face as she said that and she sighed deeply knowing it was time anyways. He let go of the rail then and wrapped his arms around her.

She nuzzled his neck as a pair of butterflies flitted around them. They froze and watched as they circled before flying off to join the others.

Pulling away, he kissed her lips and said, “Come on.”

Sighing, she nodded her head as they turned away. He linked his arms with hers and together they followed a short trail to their backdoor.

They wiped their shoes off on a matt and stepped inside. He left her side to grab a bottle of red wine. He didn’t care for it too much but he cared about her.

He poured them both a glass as she changed and grabbed a blanket from the closet. Once he had changed into a soft pair of old sweats too, he walked into the living room where she was stacking some wood in their stone fireplace. He left their glasses on the coffee table then and went to help her start it.

Soon, the fire crackled to life and they sat back against the couch on the rug laid out. A tv sat not too far off but instead he turned on some music and they watched the colors of the sunset reflect on the walls of their home.

He leaned over and kissed her again. Instinctively, she curled up closer to him and placed her hand on his chest. She looked up into his eyes and watched as the flames danced within them. He felt her gaze and glanced down at her.

She kissed his lips once, twice, three times. But, she wasn’t done. Abandoning her glass of wine, she yearned for his touch and he was more than willing to make her happy.

© 2017 Jessica Santos