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Nothing that mimics
nothing, empty, I thought how odd that is everyone else has smiles, tears and something called cares, except I. My little self sat there mimicking the upturned and downturned corners of the lips mimicked their sound of laugh their arms in kindness and meanness mimicked their strides their speech, the silent and the stresses their […]
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The birth of Voice.
Bricks loose like pulled teeth, yellow chipped paint with a whole white daisy. Pale sky heaving through caved wooden ribs. Hunched shadows hunting– shadows behind keening walls marred in soot. Whimpering cries, harried shushing silence screams ringing in the ears breath coming out fast–faster, sharp intake, pause– ‘whuu…’ soft whistle blow a humming tune, picked […]
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Take the embrace.
So little yet so much to put a soft curve, a dip on that– horizon that tumbles downhill giddy on wheels leaping off– lifted by the wind skin toasty in the sun, leaves aflutter on branches like eyelashes batting just for you O! the cool sea breeze on your sharp collar bones puppy waves frothing […]
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Fallen blooms
to the window I have looked through, aged, longing longing for the scene to bloom into roses but the petals remain fallen not a sigh, not a riffle a carpet of clot red seeping in red seeping through the white wooden sill curling into the clear tears shed for as long as… I say my […]
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Fire that glares.
Fistful of blackness I swallow, swallow with an insatiable need I’m afraid the rage, the fire that glares at the ink Defiant has me crackling under the skin. How I laugh at my audacity, yet here I am Here I am swallowing fistful of blackness to my own fiery demise… …embers sparks jagged tongue What […]
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The cry.
My soul leaks through the gullet of my eyes I fear my place has scattered across time, washing up on unlikely shores that plaintively call for a place beyond place And I, the unheard cry
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Cloak of mire.
The sun in the palm of a hand power The moon in the palm of the other beauty A cloak of mire adorns the child… Oh! All that is ever coveted right beneath the muck a hands breath away all that needs do is dive underground believing death is the foe . . .
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When the mist thickens.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .
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Ruins, ruins.
A glimmer on the night lake doused in flames A crescent moon’s smile torn asunder Flush rose petals crushed underfoot Feathered caress frostbit tip A birdsong snapped with a twist ruins, ruins by a bat of an eye brave of heart is one that melts in the forge. . . .
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Steps on the pathless
These feet move of their own accord tracing out its path Where do you go? “I know not” I say, confused “There is nothing before me” Why do you go? seeing no further than the tips of my toes, I whisper “I do not, I’ve simply been carried” Carried where? “Ever into the unknown.” so […]
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