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Avocado, Pt. 2

Heart of stone, Scarred where the knife Hit its mark. My finger, Bleeding from when It missed.

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The Night Before

  Each day grows more and more like yesterday A swollen sunshine beating down on us Making me sweat with the anticipation, The hope, That I might finally melt away. Hand in hand, I give each of you a finger … Continue reading

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I Am Your Monsoon

Here is art, Filling the air Inhaled by sick lungs Yours and mine. Here is an aura, My feet are chasing Pounding pavement carelessly. I stand, a witness to your boyhood A jury to watch growing pains, Shaving nicks, and … Continue reading

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Bleached

  Grinning with new teeth (3 shades lighter than last week) Bared, ready To tear throats from necks, Lettuce leaves from dainty salad forks Keeping my shaking legs steady Beneath the skirt of my White, eyelet dress. When my room … Continue reading

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Veratrum

  Smile melting Finger lacing Blood drying sweetness Born of hope and lost in the details Of bending, reaching Slowly, oh so Slowly. I have a vision of my fingernails Your jawbone, Grins that Bloom flowers- Calla lily, mountain laurel, … 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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En Grave

Engrave Upon me The time of Our life Come to A final Battle Ground.

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Peel

I peel an orange Liberating the tender life Walled away from a starving world. Too desperately clinging, My nails pierce its virgin flesh Rudely releasing Acidic tears And I cry.

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Such Dirty Glass Windows

  This is a final seance A lusty embrace of pantorum And Zen dojo. We drink, Meditating on the sun’s rays And our second cup of sweet oolong tea. Meditating on the sun’s rays As the sun mediates its way … Continue reading

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The Son of J. Alfred

How soon convicted, How soon, Though he is so rarely right. Mirrored faces relay little The contours of his smile Reflect back, brittle. No thing But time No room For good. Time on his hands, His hands on himself, Losing … Continue reading

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