Tag: Self
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Does the wind speak of your coming?
I have never seen you in such detail as I have seen you then. The tremble in your eyes, the lips a touch darker at the edges, as you sway to the wind’s whiplash. The lime prairies behind the stifling brick house attest to your presence like a ripple over an excited crowd, jittery in…
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Picture scrambled.
You don’t know how to wear yourself, how to arrange your bones and skin, how to shape your features around them. You just watch them and arrange, rearrange, try and try and try to see what fits. Nothing does, nothing ever did, yet you try. A million pieces arranged in a million more till you are left…
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Wrathful love
Bare hands, she tore through her flesh. Head hurled back in a blood curdling cry. She wrenched open her ribs snapping and separating from sinew, a gaping black hole, and the bird whipped out. She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore. The little blue bird speckled in blood rubies, iridescent light caught on its…
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The Moon and the stars
Night crisp air, wispy hair tickling the wind. The Moon reflected his face so close, I could pull silvers around my fingertips and touch them to my lips. One lick and I am drunk, defenselessly open to his caresses, his sweet scent, his smile His breath in me.. Drinking bare-skinneddeep draughts of liquid Moon like…
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