ewelina-nowakowskaWhisper

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MigraineIt starts out as a premonition, a looming and ominous hint. / The base of the neck feels stiff and foreign. You tilt your head, stretching as if trying to listen in to a far away noise that soon reveals itself as an oncoming train, strain. Eyes stare outward, grow a bit wider, you hate being right. It is coming. / The first strike is as sharp as you remember, hits you from the side, like a bitter wind, penetrates, resonates. The pain spreads. You're now certain something's spilled inside you. Your stomach agrees and ties a knot.
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Mar 12, 2018
Incubus attackThe sheets move, forming waves in this ocean. A deep breath, a morning sigh at an hour that's neither rise nor set. / White snow on pillow but this skin is warm. Heartbeat, strong like a hiccup, feel it in my throat. A deep scratch on the forearm to arrive in the present. These dreams still tug at me, another breath, another breath. / Sit up dark, regardless if eyes open or shut. Chin to the ceiling, sweat moves along the back, like a ghost drawing a map. The beasts await patiently, your turn, return.
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Mar 21, 2016
DismaySoft, gentle fur and I hope I write this legibly when I’m ninety. Will I make it to ninety? / My cat insists and purrs with comfort as I think of growing old. It’s too long, breath isn’t meant to hold this many memories, yours and strangers’. I grumble. / Does she dream like me? Would I purr if I slept soundly like her, with so very few needs during the hours of wake.
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Jun 20, 2013
imprintsVolatile nerves tremble and skin is raised, reaching. / I find an eyelash that clings, his gentle fingers are hard, gentle, never weak. / He blinks and so does the camera and I’m still, a breath caught within infrared.
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Jun 20, 2013
AuroraThe soft fur warms my skin, while taking a deep breath of December air. / I look out into the mist, the mountains are playing hide and seek again out in the distance. / I’m watching him let out a sigh from the corner of my eye, making me want to rush in and catch it, with my mouth. He smiles, knows I’m daydreaming of him again.
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Jun 19, 2013
EminencePalms together, the cold air settles slowly but with purpose and clothes me in goosebumps. I haven’t worn a watch in years, don’t need to know what time it is, know my heart is about to stop. The wallcreepers are on the move, feathers flee into the mist. / The wind seeks my attention, wants to dry the tears as I huddle but I won’t fight the strain. This mountain is familiar and I count cracks upon the skin on my wrists, assessing age that of a tree, rings now too many. Smirking while in search of the great white titan, taller than any sequoia. / The sun is prowling, scouting for a Tricity born tellurian playing hide and seek for yet another day. I jump and for a solid moment I feel an emptiness, an ethereal weight, I gasp and try again, gasp, try… sigh…
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Jun 19, 2013
PomalutkuCzytać nadzieje w poezji jest dużo jak rozumieć niebieski kolor w niebie, / ona czuje, zna ten perfum, co nie może sama sobie kupić. / Ten wiatr ciągnie, utrzymuje ale nic ujawnia,
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May 19, 2011
Silver WallShe is my maiden of truth / in the born tissue of nature. / She keeps me shimmering and clean
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May 16, 2011
Aim of OakThis little light will / guide this boy through / troubles and crashed airplanes.
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May 16, 2011
Pale BetrayalHe walks in silence, within delicate air, / and holds his clouds in his fist, afraid / of letting them go.
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May 16, 2011
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