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Wishing On The Moon
I was silently searching for the moon, waiting to make a wish, when you asked what was on my mind. I would tell you that I’d lost all ambition of worldly acclaim, but you know too much, and I’ve already said too much, so, you’d never believe it. If this is just a dream, then…
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Voicemail
I call her again, that dream, in a restful sleep. She does not answer.
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Tea For Tomorrow
Copper and carmine combine in the fireplace, dancing to the familiar song of the season. The wind whistles as the witching hour begins, and good fortune trickles down onto the sheets of snow. Tomorrow treks through the wretched weather, and I am awake, brewing pot of tea after pot of tea, anxiously awaiting her arrival.
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Virus
Claws crawl across me, closing in, under my skin, swimming in my veins.
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To All The Men Who Watched A Man Assault Me This Morning
When I am a corpse, grey and gaunt on a metal table, men will shake their heads and frown, their hands high above their heads, hurriedly hurling condemnation at the one man in particular, who has my blood on his hands. When I am still alive, fighting for each breath, feverishly screaming, I find the…