miranda-petersonWhisper

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Solid SoilFrozen funeralNecessary burialYou pushed me backAgainst the wall. My eye was morethan on the doorIt became stringentFor manners sake, I didn’t make a faceAt that vinegar smell.Knowing better is no remedy for hurt prideBrand his pink skin for the first timeDuck out before the sourA new hot shower AwaitsAt home. Or somewhere with potted fernsBreathe ReprieveNever been with such a followerat my heels. Looking over my shoulderBlurting and grindingOn my nervesFeigning understandingNo more storm metaphorNot worth the anger earned By the dark pastI clutch my secret hopeLike a sold out ticketAwakened by remembered hungerImagining fresh garden loot. Still drippIngWet(January 2, 2010)
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Cold ExperimentsHis eyes grew dark and distant / absolutely nothing wrong / He smiled without his eyes
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Black ElasticSoft weakness / gives to absorb the blows / Like some vague elastic stretched
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Beach Lasheyelash on wet skin / I point, push shiny swimsuit / She blows wish away
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Golden SincerityStartled by my reflection / In the open window / Living room straight back
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Fear of DrowningWhere do you stand. Now / Alone in the sun / Miserable earbuds
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as Many Times as I WantCold morning water lip / Straight-------- *swallow*---- bury me / Bury
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------------quiet hope nestled / pushing out from crowded corners / secret wanderlust
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ShiftedTrembling consciousness / Bewildered by the separation between / Within and without
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8:09 p.m.his fire wraps me in warm new flames / I gasp for air / The day begs for length. Oh, god, why not?
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