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Pale Blue Soul
I wasn’t ready. I could deny that I was ready, that I was black consequence, late. I had blind chances, but sight breaks like disinfectant. His quiet minutes blew off the wind. His face said that he...
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The Whisper
A whisper, sapphire, spiral breath in the air. We choke on language. Our silent hands hold each other up. The staircase is a treacherous place, though. I at the top. You at the bottom of a death match,...
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The Dark Island
A gold poetry rests under hand, he was a painter and a wrinkle in life. I am his daughter. On his lap, music listened to my breath, he was a sweet harmonica smothered in vodka. I was a drinking flower....
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When It Snows In The Desert…
there is no grace. Each flake is a poisoned needle jabbing in my skin. Every sting of winter is a piece of her blue eyes, and his blue lips barely parted in a box. I imagine his last breath and wonder...
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Trigger
This is where she could drip blood if it could drip outside of the body, but she is internal. Penetration can happen if lead solders make contact. On a bluish/gray scale, she was never meant to be...
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Hot For War
I’m not so angry after all this time, he smells like honey, hot roasting in the damp evening. His carpet moves like the sea. I might be breathing, but he’s not. His blood is worn out in deep veins,...
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DayDream
I can’t have you come back like August without water. Your limbs shriveled and cracking, bare knuckled, moving like a tree away from fire. We built moons in the back of Cadillac’s, coffee black leather...
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Center Of Time
Welcome home, a strawberry plant grows out back for you, but it has twisted to fingernails to scratch away the bugs. It has a heart, ready for transplant. I promised to die, I admit, I’m in the habit,...
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When The Fire Burns
I haven’t drank you for an hour, or swallowed the sharks swimming in your pale manhood. The road gobbled me up and I do not miss your cancerous tongue, all I smell is rubber and all I want is the moon...
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Jack The Ripper
Summer has changed. Shadows walk loudly through the forest. I never thought I could multiply this way, but you help me heat the sun. Now I’m locked in the middle of a road that I don’t know, your feet...
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