I was given
a second chance
at passion.
It consumed me
oh, so many years ago.
I sold a husband
and my children
to obtain it.
And if I’d had it-
I would have sold
a whole lot more.
It was the kind of love
that people burn in hell for.
It was the kind of love
that burns you to the ground.
It was the kind of love
that leaves no (wo)man standing-
and in the end
it was both of us
that drown.
You might think
that kind of love
is curse-ed.
You might think
no love is worth
all that much pain.
You might think
I am better off
for having lost it-
but if I could
I would do it all, again.
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Hm… I’m intrigued as to why (wo)man has the wo in parentheses. Because the main character (I think this is memoir based, so you) had a husband and kids, it’s pretty likely to assume she’s female (though gay man with adopted children also works). Is there a cool artistic reason?
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To symbolize one of each sex. This way both words are present
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Cool! Thanks!
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True story?
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It is. He passed away in 2004. but his brand remains intact.
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wow! all consuming flame. would you really?
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You damn right I would.
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you are awesome! you really inspire me!
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So raw, so passionate, so honest. I relate to this in ways that I don’t care to admit to. I admire your honesty here.
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At least you are being honest with yourself. Thank you Barry for your kind words…
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Passionate, heartfelt and raw! Superb piece, Violet.
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Thank you Eugenia.
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Most welcome, Violet.
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