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Cough

The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.  Advertisements

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An Almost True Story About Emails

I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes  emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading

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Tear Drops

She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops. 

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Portrait

“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.

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Bottled Up

My bottled up  feelings for you ran out of ink.   

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Toxic

Don’t feed me poison and tell me  I am toxic. 

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Tricks

When I think of you, why do I hate the ways you tricked me just to hate how I let myself be tricked more?

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Statues

We were statues who woke up still as stone in each other’s arms.

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Never

My love fills books that he will  never read. 

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Collapsing Star

Naked legs in the dark rose petal bath my delicate hand holds a wine glass full of wishes, ifs, and maybes. Slowly, I sip wishing men  who kiss me know their every touch replays on my skin your rough robbery of my body. Maybe … Continue reading

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