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April 27, 2023

A Change Is As Good As A Rest

The pen is broken.I need another one.This one is aching and weeping,open and screaming,left behind in the forest of lost girls.I soothe her with stories of how my flowers still grow,blooming beneath all the dark clouds.I’m going on a journey,but everybody is asking me to stay.They don’t know that my soul,and my sweet friend is…

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January 15, 2023

Still

The earth is still,and I am still against it,staining her soul with my resentment,but still, she stays patient. There is hope for me,but she’s the only one who can see it.

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September 17, 2022

I’m not in any danger

If I was any other thing,I would be the planks of a pier by the ocean I dreamed of for the last decade,so I could hear her sing to me as the stars stare down. It never seems to end.I fix my eyes on a final pointthat seems to get further away every time I…

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March 11, 2022

The Last Thing He Said, In Silence

The last thing he said, in silence,was that my love was not enough for him to depend on.In the echoes of an empty hallway,his shadow, dancing in the distance,he was so clear, that he couldn’t give it all up for me. He used to carry me with him,like a lucky penny,or the hip flask full…

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February 12, 2022

Spoiled

They are tempted by my temper,because my exotic flair makes it feel like passion,something fashionable,like in a French magazine,since sweet sixteen,and further back,in the fables of my life that I have forgotten,I was rotten to the core,storming through each day with a smile and my rage. I dream of diamonds,around my neck and down the…

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Tag: pain

A Change Is As Good As A Rest

Still

I’m not in any danger

The Last Thing He Said, In Silence

Spoiled