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Rhiannon Feb 2014
the nevada moon had a sneaky way
of hiding behind mountains
so i never thought it was real truth
thought the light reflecting in the sky
must be a trick of the mind

oh nevada moon
made my lose trust in my instinct
Rhiannon Feb 2014
raw
i rubbed myself raw for you
my skin was baby soft for you
same shade of pink and your lips
Rhiannon Feb 2014
1:20 AM

feels like snow
hitting the ground back
of my eye lids

soft caressing warm gentle hand

11:20 AM

summer sun rays
on sleepy little feet
soft warm sheets
and those heavy eyes
Rhiannon Feb 2014
Of course i wish i heard something other than waves but _. Every hour lulled to sleep my the drowsy winded beach. Most of it is blood pumping, pulled by the moons- cars on the freeway. Harsh worked up build up blood and the crash and the far far away twinkling of salty water beating salty water. It's always snowfall and summer heat and wind blowing my curtains in, your breath and the curls of your hair, so persistently.
Rhiannon Feb 2014
turned on my flashlight
glimmered purple breath
glazing across green
white
purple trees

the sky dark and flickering
mirroring crystal snow
thousands of years below
Rhiannon Feb 2014
cottonball lights
white
         pure
                 clean
        radiating
they bloomed and had beams
halo rings

it was so dark and town was so empty
like my black grey sky body
and i still looked both ways
when crossing the street

unimagineable light
wish I could open my mouth
and my words came tumbling out
coated and shining

i was in the clouds
they came down with god and he asked my to join him
i said no
drove faster
and more careful
than ever
Rhiannon Feb 2014
I felt like a piece of art
like a barbie doll
head leaning back
your imaginary hands
                       pulling my hair

Posed for you
did everything for you
held my hands still
in the midst of your trembling body

I felt like a piece of art
    in the bath
   on the deck
wrapped in blankets and black
in my socks
                 in my braids
knees pressed to my chest

art til the death

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