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Birds sing, Picking up Dead twigs To build A home For new Life. –Spring Advertisements
Spiderlike, I spin silver to catch feelings that taste like my image in mirrors.
This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.
Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.
My heart was a seashell you threw against the the wall so each shard became a heroin needle you used to inject my veins with sweet venom launching me high as comets especially your candied lie that you knew me better than … Continue reading
The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
She smoked cigarettes, knowing the smoke was the tunnel her demons walked to enter her lungs.
Your sour judgement is a constellation of approaches you throw without trying to know me at all.
When did the sweet butterflies inside turn to fear feasting crows?