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Beautiful Brown Eyes
I am wrapped in ribbons, around my waist, tidily tangled in my hair, skin holding onto honey that I bathe in. Don’t look disappointed when I respond with “I know” instead of “Thank you” after you tell me that I look beautiful, I have eyes. I have beautiful brown eyes.
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The English Daughter Of An Immigrant
There is a river of ruby running up my arms and down my legs, and in my chest, a vault of vermillion, a million shades soar all through my body, and while my loyalties are split, I still gave my heart to this island, in part, an honest, open heart, split across the shining waves…
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The Single Girl’s Guide To Sant Jordi
I have no need for flesh to burn. My alter aches for roses, given with good intentions, their petals, soft and sentimental, easing the exertion of existing in a home that grows ever hostile to my heart. The right one never comes. I’ve never been a martyr, because I’m too much of a narcissist, neatly…
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Hopeful, Again.
Hopeful, again. I am hoping for the best, because I sleep restfully since I met you. I tried your name out in my mouth, and it fit. It tasted good. I imagined a gentle kiss, in the soft glow of the moonlight, and, God, my body smouldered, so starved for something she had barely tasted.…