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birdiie
A gentle feeling Long forgot Looked up and op'ed its eyes Like violets when they see a spot Of summer in the skies
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
just a feeling
The honeybee delights in her perch Crooning ageless songs to the tussore silk petals A low thrum in the sweet saffron **** A brush of honey around her entrance She is the fae Moth, too Stumbling to reach the pendulous light in a drunken merriment Dancing shadows over dry walls A thin imitation of butterfly Who is fae, too Centipede and silverfish Body full of a thousand darting eyes Cautious, careful, carried On the tips of toddler's fingers Crawling, cradled In the impregnable hands of a careless child Wingbeats like a dreary applause In the dew-soaked trellis The labyrinth of gossamer thread Arachne is prideful. Escape, escape, There is a minute sound of a spider weeping Dry, Like sand through an hourglass As she wraps the children in viscid cloth Drier still are the ghosts crackling as tiny feet Navigate the cicada grave Skin grows tighter and tighter Summer is over now
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
Just Thinking about fae
A deep, verdant green shy stems and ivy cloaked in the penumbra of half-lidded eyes Leaving even the daisies Trembling in the shame of their own viridity Aching for the sun's touch I trace my own hand in the quiet night To feel that again
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
solace
the high priestess sits still on her throne   her mottled hands beginning to sprout veins Like the roots of an ageless tree her eyes sinking low to the earth, lids heavy with sleep the abstract temple, mismatched in quilted sheets and mangled ceramic fragments encompassing her victims, the children brothers Romulus and Remus who play under a drizzled chorus of shattered glass and winter hesitates as she raises her roots to a flame of Hell fuels the pyre with white snakeroot and , suckling from the Jack-in the pulpit feeds the ashen embers once again
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
a homeless woman
A gentle feeling Long forgot Looked up and op'ed its eyes Like violets when they see a spot Of summer in the skies
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
just a feeling