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ophelia-2
ophelia-2
24/F/Co I keep / Praying to the dark / To find God in all this tragedy.
Angry as ghost locked behind light fixture Only brain stem reminds her to breath Gutter mouth. A decade of nicotine shows With each open mouth exhale Yellow. Her lights flicker Off. On. Off. Clawing desperately At trails of used up lovers She is pounding on plexiglass hear her howl when the wind kicks up Cracking body hard against willows and firs kicking tirelessly at Midwest dirt. Reason wanes Tangled in blunder Still, She is not lost lovers Reminding her to breath.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
Learn to breathe alone.
You were untamable Stormy by nature Rain that falls through the spaces between each finger Pressed together so tight I still could not contain you.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Untamable
He is Drowned Contours of chest holding hollow air Silent as empty promise Buried along side broken glass. The muck between his ears, distant. Easily forgotten Now my neurons fire like tangled thread Bottles drained Each sip twisting meanings I must be worthless These hands were bread to serve To save There is worth in salvation If it is all that I have left I will deliver it to him
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Drowned
He flirts with lady bugs Head full of dirt Green snot leaks towards lip He finds her voice in all the right places those hands that hold rib cage Breath She says Shadows dance On quivering honey locus leaves Day Lillies Toss pollen to the wind Remember this moment She whispers And my love will always find you
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
My son
Big belly me With wild bubble gum fantasies Hands stretched to dirt And waiting I used to get lost in shapeshifter drywall Marker pressed to cracked paint Crayola Picasso Big belly me is giddy like sidewalk chalk potions sugar strawberries and flavored play-doe Your tiny fingers will trace worlds undiscovered in sand castles we blow to the wind And closets are doorways Not sanctuary’s Home is not whispered to late night beanie babies With salty eyes It is in my arms So long they wrap around twice
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Big Belly