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jl-harlow
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J.L. Harlow is an aspiring writer. Author of Dragonfly Island and Mosaic of Ashes: collection of short stories and poetry. J.L. Harlow has been published in literary magazines such as White Ash, Riveter Review among others. She is currently working a novel.
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I don't think tunnels can go this deep: The way the oceans part-- Starfish foam, bubbling for air. I saw the moon bleeding, So many hidden cries. She shouted: "No fair, no fair...No fair..." And now the polished skeleton Bones glisten in the sun. Taken from the dusty closet, One by one by one. Alongside a black journal, No embellishments, No lock to conceal shame. Pages of her history, Like collected pages of The suffrage, and at the Very last page, her dream's name. Italicized like lies fresh oyster pearls shine. Glistening in the frost of the night, The soothing heat of her mind's height. Tunnels can touch Earth's spine.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Earth's Spine - From: Dragonfly Island by J.L. Harlow
I don't think tunnels can go this deep: The way the oceans part-- Starfish foam, bubbling for air. I saw the moon bleeding, So many hidden cries. She shouted: "No fair, no fair...No fair..." And now the polished skeleton Bones glisten in the sun. Taken from the dusty closet, One by one by one. Alongside a black journal, No embellishments, No lock to conceal shame. Pages of her history, Like collected pages of The suffrage, and at the Very last page, her dream's name. Italicized like lies fresh oyster pearls shine. Glistening in the frost of the night, The soothing heat of her mind's height. Tunnels can touch Earth's spine.
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