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Apotheosis

  I’m a mnemonic device Helping you remember Past, distant love. I dropped my shoes And modesty at the front door; You’d save the best for last, But I still stepped first in line. I emerge from beneath surface tensions … Continue reading

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Hallowed

Well, I have not yet realized How to acknowledge the spaces In which I have a place. Echoing through the emptiness, A prayer in the nothing Bless these god damn halllows

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I Sip Whiskey, Now

  I sip whiskey, now I still find it acrid, Kerosene down my throat I’ve found I like the burning. You’d recognize me, But it would take a minute or two. As days roll by, A constant state of metamorphosis … Continue reading

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Triage

  The doctor looks over my x-Ray Saying “This looks good, Except for the shin bone jabbing through Your flesh.” He can mend it, easily. But that fragmented bone Pushed so hard to be free, Perhaps I should let it … Continue reading

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Like Leaves, I Fall (Though I do not Decay)

  What is it, this time, Crawling up your spine, Using the backs of your Rib-cage as rungs? Every step, A sharper breath, Until it reaches your heart; Finally learning the color Of your blood. There are so many white … Continue reading

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Morning

  I see my hairs are split As I lay against The crevices of duvet skin. I tear them out, With my disquieted digits. Fingernails digging into my palm, A damp fist full of injustice And disturbed growth, My eyes … Continue reading

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I Do Not Remember

  I do not remember The inauguration of my decline, Inside me, it came gently; It softened, soothed, pacified. Roughly generous and hardly kind, Movements like sandpaper, Though appearing refined. I didn’t mind.

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And It’s June

  Your shoulders map a dim horizon, Shading a hazy morning That tastes of leaking ozone. I’m learning Braille by Touching the tide of goosebumps Flushed from your knees to your elbows. In your softly curling fingers, I hang every … Continue reading

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Femme Fatale

  You asked me Why you could No longer see. I warned you Of what this Heat would inspire. You didn’t hear When I spoke, Advising that where There is fire, There is smoke.

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Yourself

I sigh at your impertinence Keeping my smile towards the door And my mouth around goodbyes As you asked me If I could love you As dearly as you loved yourself The afterglow of A fling that’s been flung, Basking … Continue reading

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