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Stockholm Romance
He’d been gone for an eternity. Time had tumbled from its axis the second the latch clicked in place. But, as soon as he returned to her, her ragged pulse calmed with her quieting sobs. He undid the iron cuffs securing her to the bed and she flung herself against him. In his hand was… Continue reading
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Beneath the Sycamore
With pens dipped In the ruby inkwells Of our hearts We wrote each other Scarlet promises On scraps of parchment (Such silly children) Staring at each other We placed them On our tongues And swallowed Those bittersweet vows Beneath The sycamore tree Still standing Though our love Had long withered On the wings Of spring Continue reading
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Hiding Place
Choked on flushes of redFlooding beyond asphalt lipsTo its fertile coreThe earth groansWith tears of the sunEmbittered on the shallowsOf innocence lostAnd the moonCannot spread her thick veilQuickly enoughTo hide the open gazeOf hapless starsAs death devoursThe vulnerableThe weakThe unsuspectingLike a beast –Jaws drenched in crimsonMercilessly tearingThrough veins and tendonsOf its dying prey –And in… Continue reading
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Sleeping In
The dawn always came filled with memories. It would’ve been better if its bosom was only plump with new promises and a fresh expectancy, but the things that gave her bittersweet feelings always followed along. Like the pains she suffered from her pillows being soft in some places while poking her neck sore in others.… Continue reading
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Moment of Clarity
Do dogs ever realize they’re chasing their own tail? Round and round in hilarious circles, jaw snapping to catch that elusive flash of fur. It’s always funny to watch them spiral about madly. But in my case, I didn’t realize I was pretty much doing the same thing: running after my own shadow. Continue reading
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A World of Canvas
What is this worldStretched before me?Without spectrumWithout substanceContinuously folding into itselfAnd unfurlingLike the quiet rhythmThat draws theCycle of breathThrough my being And I cannot discernWhether I existAt its beginningOr at its end—Perhaps I’ve found myselfPlanted at its centerWhere above meThe space breaks awayIn jagged, feathering veinsPierced through with white light And from that chasmA viscous… Continue reading
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Hidden Envy
What’s the danger?You asked meIn a voice so pureAnd guilelessIt ribboned through my chestAnd knotted tight‘Round my arteries‘Til it bruised with envyFor your eyesThat had never seenThe collapse of starsBurning at our feet;For your heartThat had not beenPierced throughBy what so many of usKnow too intimately:The pain that cloaks itselfWithin the sweet and delicateBrush of… Continue reading
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In These Words
Fingers crossedWith childlike fervorA gossamer-soft hopeTightly clenchedThat these words –Floating into the etherIntertwinedWith ethereal promisesOn the wind –Will grasp the palmOf searching fingertipsOr sit upon the lipsOf some unassuming strangerOr find their wayInto the open chambersOf the heartWhere they may resonateLike a comforting frissonSuffusing warmthThrough weary bonesAnd reach further stillTo soothe the soulEmbosomed deep within Continue reading
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Finding Myself
There’s a pendulum swinging somewhere beyond the hedges of my periphery. A tick-tocking that reverberates distantly through the still air. But it doesn’t shake my chest with panic or fear. No. It’s more the sound of time being on my side. A sound of reassurance through this slow process of rediscovering myself. It’s a little… Continue reading
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Euphoria
The rain came, euphoria warm on its breath. It called to her from the kitchen, glistening rivulets winking at her like crystals against the thick glass. And, without a second thought, she dashed outside, bare feet sliding over wet grass, mud squelching between her yellow-painted toes. The rain clapped at her shoulders as the wind… Continue reading
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