lauren-christina-pearsonWhisper

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A Lesson I’m Still LearningHearing your name ripples / mountain ranges down my arms. / I can't help but grimace
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Oct 23, 2020
(Help?)Letting the water rush around my ankles, / I whisper your name to the seafoam. / I roll my tongue around each syllable,
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May 8, 2016
Endless Free FallIt is often in the most mundane moments that I am caught by sense of perspective altering awareness. Awareness of the ache in my toes from straining to see through the window of what might one day be. Awareness of the truly humbling way that life can take everything away, leave you sweating against the rock floor, only to show you the beauty in having enough strength to pull yourself back into the light. Awareness of the gratitude that pulses in my veins for the people I have landed amongst. It is here, in these moments, with pressure reminiscent of hope, disbelief, and wary elation expanding against my rib cage, declarations of affection catching in my throat, that the floors drop. Endless free fall is the only capacity within which I understand what it means to adore another. With feet firmly on the ground, I'm guaranteed to lose my way.
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Nov 18, 2014
To Walk As A WomanSome things exist behind curtains of experience. / Those whose tongues have / tasted the holy fire know the touch
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Aug 29, 2014
-Title Undecided-Don't tell me the pieces of us / fell from my careless hands. / As if I was the Medusa
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May 25, 2014
Why Aren't We Taught Useful Things?For as long as I can remember, / I've been practicing safety drills. / school, home, the work place, even planes.
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May 6, 2014
DistractionI've been so focused on trying to survive without you, / that I forgot the years I lived before I heard your name. / I tried for so long to make peace with who I thought you were,
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Apr 22, 2014
Tattooed RoadsSometimes it feels as if I am tattooed / with all the roads I refused to walk. / Whether they made me who I am, or shed
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Oct 1, 2013
Summer: A WarningYou can't fall in love during the summer. There are no shivering hands or burnt tongues or worn out coats. Sandy beaches are a poor substitute for autumn leaves, especially in the Midwest, and the heat will burn out new passion much too quickly. Love requires coughing on bonfire smoke and learning the difference between grey skies and rain. / You can't fall in love during the summer, but that's when I met you, and I think I'm starting to realize that not every rule is made to be broken, but every broken rule is made with consequences. / You can't fall in love during the summer, I know because we tried, and look where that choice has landed us.
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Sep 30, 2013
(I thought I was done writing about you)Every minute without a word from you, was a reminder that you were thinking of someone else. / And every hour was another reason why I understood. / And every day caused another piece of me to go numb without your touch.
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Sep 30, 2013
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