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Escalator
I was due another conference with my conscience, but I was swarmed, swimming in the summer’s bees and the last of my spring dreams, living in August, while April fought for my attention. My conscience, and the priest I paid to guard it had grown impatient, sighing as I locked myself away in my castle,…
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So Close
Our oceans have become puddles, stomped through by your sensible shoes, leapt over, like a lovesick ballerina, who longs to land in God’s good graces, but has been bound to hell by her wicked, wayward heart. The room that watches us is small. The eyes are ever watching, without judgement, without guidance, so I am…
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Send Your Roses, Before They Die
Roses were red, now, dead, on the doorstep, too timid to knock, now, shrivelling in the cool, cruel winter sun. Life is now, each second, so much more meaningful than we know, those seconds, stumbling upon your doorstep, switching from one foot to the other, my hands, hysterically screaming inside of my pockets as I…
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Forgive Me, For Wanting You So
I’m washing my sins at the river, knowing that they’ll never leave, but learning to love them. You are lost in the lullaby of the loving waves, swimming to shore, as I drink deep from my dreams. You are a plaything to a prom queen, promised from the first glance, loved since I began to…
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New Year, New Disaster
The lights are dimming on these days, but more bloom beneath the darkness, and I watch them grow under the glow of the fireworks. They say that amor is immutable, insatiable, and forever, but time flows, like petals parade on the wind through the fields, and so does the heart, always hungry for home. I…