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Open Wounds
Chipped fingernailsPolished in coats of blueHooked under healing scabsPicking woundsBetter left aloneUntil the protective layersFall away Reopening trauma;The night his gentle handsMorphed into a beast’sFull of primal rageCrudely choking her trustFrissons of palpable terrorLeft behindAnd as if nothing had happenedThe morning afterHis kisses erased her fearCushioning her painIn velvety petalsThe color of her bruisesThat he Continue reading
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Finding A New Home
For how longWill I keep looking back?Neck strainingChin stabbing stubbornlyInto the dip of my clavicleTo keep that elusive ingress;A lambent cocoonThat once held my bodyIn sight My mind had found its idyllBeneath lavender skies and pastel cloudsWhere the sun had talked with meThrough jasmine mistsFlowers pressing bashful kissesAgainst my anklesWhile I picked words like persimmonsIn Continue reading
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A Glimpse of Cherry Blossoms
The cherry blossoms went as quickly as they came. An ephemeral wink of beauty; as if they had bloomed and taken a singular breath in the delicate flutter of a child’s lashes. The streets were awash in their petals, like neglected wishes that had spilled through the split seams of the air’s thin pockets. She Continue reading
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An Unexpected Discovery
Made by vintage hands;Skin as roughAs papyrusYet delicateLike an ancient whisper –Its secrets crushedBy a sudden noise –With lavender petalsPressed between its coarse layersHe finds glimpses of nostalgiaThrough blurs of monochromeMemories capturedIn polaroid framesTo which he is not connectedYet feels he knows deeply;Almost as ifHe’d lived as candidlyAs these unknown peopleBearing reflectionsOf untrammeled freedomReminding himOf Continue reading
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Absurd – Weekend Writing Prompt #203
Amy squinted at the mirror, fingers pressed to its cold surface framed in mahogany. Her expression twisted, confused at the empty space that should’ve shown her reflection. Everything else in her bedroom had one, so where was hers? She yelled out as her mother entered her room, gasping when she saw herself…in bed? But…that’s absurd! Continue reading
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Second Haiku
Red ribbons flutter The sun walks blooming branches Spring hides in rainbows Continue reading
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A Proper Goodbye
You will find meIn shreds of pencil shavingsSkin smudgedIn the clumsy graphiteOf uncertain proseRewritten over and overUntil I can taste its dust –Like charcoal –In my mouthPrickling down my throatTo cluster within my veinsRushing with anxious vanityTo write one final pieceIn the fashionOf a proper goodbyeTo these last few pagesMarking the endOf another precious journal— Continue reading
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With Eyes Wide Shut
Reclusive minds Joined together Sheltered within twin coves – Eyes fashioned In the delicacy of stained glass To embellish the world in reflections Of a sun-drenched halcyon Wrought from desperation That bends and fractures Bleeding through With a raw, unrelenting light Burning At their thin pupils Irises fogged Against the true colors Of the world So they remain Doggedly blind To preserve the fragile vestiges Of their broken sanity Continue reading
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Pipe Dreams
The hourglass shifts Collecting whispers Of vacillant thought — Abundant wishes Spilling from An anxious heart Trapped Within circadian cycles Of moving Yet going Nowhere Continue reading
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Where Hope Is
Won’t you Lift your head, dear one? Gravity hangs Your porcelain neck In chains Dooming your dreams To be stomped out Crushed petals On the gunmetal pavement When did it all go wrong That you flinch At even the gentlest sound And recoil from a helping hand; Lacquered eyes glaring warily Through the thicket Of your lashes Rainbows have come and gone In the spaces Of every cosmic breath Vestiges left behind In the ubiquity Continue reading
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