Thomas A. Hiscock – January 2026

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When she’s angry, I know she’s just haunted – weighed down by things that wouldn’t change… 

Sometimes, I switch the meanings of ‘raise’ and ‘raze’ to see what happens to my world… 

“Hero, how the fuck did you forget… Again?” 

Head in the clouds, I’m yanked from a day-dream – lullabies of somewhere far-away… 

Concealing a smile, I muster the courage to respond… 

“Sorry, babe, it won’t happen again…” 

 “Just tell me it’s Opposite Day! Or stop lying… lazybones…” 

She wraps me in a playful embrace…

Seeing her armor soften was a spiritual experience, like watching the sun reemerge – triumphant, through dark clouds of storm and passion. 

I laugh, my own tension melting away… 

We can still be happy, even though we’re haunted. 

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