margueritecarrithers - Hello Poetry

When the princess is born we give her a crown of teeth pried from the skulls of the forest’s predators so that she will always know that she is something to fear. She gnaws at our ink-dipped fingers while we sing to her lullabies in languages not yet spoken and dab her cheeks with the ashes of burned books; she will never fear the future or knowledge or anything else that she does not yet understand. In her crib we lay thorns thistles until she learns not to feel the sting. We teach her our best tricks. We tell her how to weave shadows and scare away princes. What? Did you think we would make her beautiful?

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

margueritecarrithers

when you invite fairies to a christening

When the princess is born we give her a crown of teeth pried from the skulls of the forest’s predators so that she will always know that she is something to fear. She gnaws at our ink-dipped fingers while we sing to her lullabies in languages not yet spoken and dab her cheeks with the ashes of burned books; she will never fear the future or knowledge or anything else that she does not yet understand. In her crib we lay thorns thistles until she learns not to feel the sting. We teach her our best tricks. We tell her how to weave shadows and scare away princes. What? Did you think we would make her beautiful?

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I did not think I would find you under heavy sky; golden dust caught up in your skirts spiderwebs hiding in your sleeves kindness in you that I do not yet know. We both know the ending before it begins and smile as star-crossed lovers in on the joke Here is the song that nobody hears. Here is us dancing ourselves to death or divinity.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC

margueritecarrithers

whichever comes first

I did not think I would find you under heavy sky; golden dust caught up in your skirts spiderwebs hiding in your sleeves kindness in you that I do not yet know. We both know the ending before it begins and smile as star-crossed lovers in on the joke Here is the song that nobody hears. Here is us dancing ourselves to death or divinity.

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I plan for the future and you stay where you are When the summer comes we will open all the windows even after all the bugs have been let in. The creaking floorboards will be like music when you will try to walk without making a sound. Our curtains bleached bone death white by the sun, your reflection bending in the heat. I see ghosts best in the summer light.

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC

margueritecarrithers

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I plan for the future and you stay where you are When the summer comes we will open all the windows even after all the bugs have been let in. The creaking floorboards will be like music when you will try to walk without making a sound. Our curtains bleached bone death white by the sun, your reflection bending in the heat. I see ghosts best in the summer light.

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