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Amanda Nov 2020
It's been awhile
since I have let myself feel
anything at all.
Amanda Oct 2020
Cactus blooming red,
matches the blood in my veins,
hauntingly precious.
Amanda Oct 2020
Molding lumps of clay,
Sticky, earthen residue,
shaped to doughy love.
Amanda Oct 2020
I feel like a storm.
Powerful, striking and dark,
but also afraid.
Amanda Aug 2020
You have not aged well.
The weight you carried became
your worst enemy.
Amanda Aug 2020
Somebody told me
wounds are healed by time, but mine
are time travelers.
My wounds are time travelers, elusive to the healing process. Or at least that's how it feels sometimes.
Amanda Aug 2020
And then I saw it,
At dusk, beating its small wings.
A guest from heaven.
My grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and today would've been her 88th birthday. She loved hummingbirds. I saw one today, at dusk, while talking on the phone with my aunt. It felt like a sign from her that she was okay, and that's she with me.
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