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Introspection
With curtains drawn, Long after The last light of dusk Has faded With the quiet undress Of deep amber silks, She stands within A fluorescent pool of light Stripping back The folds of her skin So they hang from the bones Like open clothes Exposing Every intimate detail Where she counts New bruises While tracing Continue reading
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Coming Undone
The soul whispers Scarlet mysteriesIn sublime melodiesUnheardAbove the neurotic palpitationsThat deep, measured breathsCan’t pacify;Optimism rusts within the grayOf a lone shadowLeft too long on its ownWhile precious dreams splinterBeneath plucked lashesCollected in the dinWhere chaos and pain screamWith the same voiceAnd all the known thingsThat were once tangibleUnravelWith the threadsOf a heartComing undone Continue reading
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Wrapped in Cursive
Blunted edges and blotched linesInked sinews and paper-thin fibersSlippery threads of skin;Obsidian-soft and raw–The composition of thoughtsAnd their infrangible pulseCarved upon the faceless white,Where understanding may be foundWithin forbearing flutters,Always seem clumsy and without purposeAt first;Like formless ideationsWrithing out of nothingnessFeebly graspingToward a sense of cohesionWrapped in cursive streamsThat begin and endAgain and again–Not in Continue reading
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Goodbye Sakura
The cherry blossoms Have come and gone; Houdini-quick, In their ephemeral pantomime Of life’s primordial beauty And bittersweet endings Continue reading
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Thinking about waiting
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking. Thinking and not doing. Fretting over the particulars of when I should come back to this space and create the way I used to. I started this blog four years ago with the intention of growing in my craft, learning from other writers and being part of the Continue reading
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Hard Lessons
Discernment isn’t as simpleAs the flip of a coin;Whimsical in its submission to chanceWithout hesitationOr even consequenceAnd perhaps life would be more interestingMaybe even a little more composedIf it were predicated on such whimsyIf we could easily determine another’s intentionsBy the telling glint of heads or tailsInstead it’s left up to our own senseTo examine Continue reading
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12:40 AM
Restless thoughts Scamper through weeded hedges In blind pursuit Of an antidote That could soothe Insomnia’s chaotic ricochet And its palpable pressure Like nails digging new wounds Into the places That never quite heal So each breath Feels more raw than the last Cut upon the desperation To find peace And sink within the depths Continue reading
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Staying Awake
A yawn stretches itselfFrom the inside outWithholding tensionThat sits crookedWithin the bones;It’s the most peculiar sensation—Wanting to exhaleThe weight of lethargyAnd its residual tanglesYet it remains stuckAs if in a vacuumRoaming with a palpable shiftBehind eyesAlready burning from the needTo drift closedIn a forbidden sleepThat only growsWith the momentumOf an ebbing and flowing stillness–Monotonous sighs Continue reading
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Amnesia
An existenceAttached to pinprick perforations;Blunted imprints and scabbed divotsSealing off memories –Dark figures roaming stone-walled chambersShrouded in the forgotten colorsOf adolescenceMasking itselfIn nonchalant shades of greyBecause it’s better this way…Distanced from the blemishesHid beneath long sleevesAnd pretty fabricsWithout being fetteredTo the ‘why’ they’re thereTo touch themWith aloof interestWithout scratching beneath the skinOf buried traumaIn unintended Continue reading
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Flummox – Weekend Writing Prompt #247
English was always performative for mother. She especially loved using big words in the most ordinary situations. “How flummoxing!” “Just say confusing…?” “And that’s why your teacher says your essays are prosaic,” she sniffed. Inhaling deep, I left her in the kitchen. I think I should give myself a good pat on the back for Continue reading
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