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Serenading Orion
I always find myself living as if I were you. How amazingly brilliant you are and you don’t even realize. The gods angered in their hearts, that stone cold beating until it finally wore out; questioning if what powers they had amounted to yours. The galaxies formed around you, and all I…
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Last Letter
It wasn’t meant to go this far You told me spewed it to me after one hundred twenty one days I thought this was real I believed that those two hundred and twenty nine minutes were as real as life itself But you brandished me Molded me into…
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The Pursuit Of Pleiades
There’s gold on your skin little tiny speckles that I would lay down and count The world stopped spinning once whenever I had tried You laid there and said my eyes were laughing I was imaging us turning into those sprinkles We would shift into little balls of dust …
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Ripe / Problems
I fell for you when the first drop of snow landed I could have been a rose in a field of your tulips your bulbs encasing my thorns But you made my petals burn obsidian Your bell shaped words prickled my husks velveted it with your lies It painted…
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Calligraphic Memoirs
I’ve tried darling how I’ve tried – to change my handwriting Just the other day a woman told me you scrawl gauchely She had uttered with her lisp I’ve sat here trying to ignore that thought because you are left handed
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Painting
You said Get up darling, what are you so afraid of? Rejection? That couldn’t hurt anymore than what he did to you Go on darling, pick up that pencil show me your troubles What makes you laugh? What makes your eyes crinkle up when you think no one else…
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Opposites Attract
He had two left feet one for him and one of mine That axis would stop spinning every time he would enclose his hands around me
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A Path to Nowhere
I don’t look at her as I walk away Much like I did to him Unlike him I can feel the pain from you feel it as if it were my own It settles in my bones in my nerves engraving itself on every inch of my skin The…
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I Call It Breaking
Hate is invigorating isn’t it darling? You can taste it, can’t you? I can taste it That white hot sensation spreading in my lower belly absolute loathsome at dirt-rotten hair Words that twist in my head like a pretty little rose vine those thorns cutting into my skin…
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Enigma
I’ll never forget the day I saw those brown eyes staring at me with as much longing as I was filled with Filled with the amity the burnished satisfaction I wanted to give in to you I remember every ripple of your skin under my touch how your breath…
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Seven Colored Ash
It has happened once a year every twelve years Stoic years that have defined the meaning of my anguish I had tried to talk to you Stretch through the prickled dots that cloud my sky just to try to spread into yours but my movements they were…
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The Sculpture
I was made up what artists dream of He once told me His fingers slid delicately along my own as if he was the one who sculpted me himself No bumps no cracks marring my skin It’s just me what he has made me Not hiding his…
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Queen Anne’s Lace
How old am I and no one ever thought to bring me flowers? Not until you came along, you were the only flower I needed. A dwindle of shrubs, rough patches marring the earth scarring it with sandpaper meadows. Barley peeled back to show you what I kept hidden inside, what I was made…
Éloa 