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 May 2020 A-Anon
Simran Modhera
Before the sweat is the thought
Limbs crying in the hot aching sun
My skin’s pleading with me
Droplets form in my hairline
Trickling
Intermingling with the stubby brow hair
Some of them hitting my legs,
Not letting them disrupt their rhythmic motion
Left right left right faster faster right left right fast-
My lungs feel deepened. The air
Feels like I can finally breathe.
The world around me spins
And my legs ache but I can finally breathe so I’ll keep running right?

Before the cough is the thought
Should I even inhale this air
How will it deepen the breath I take, and what if I
Get addicted? The sunburst that happens at the edge of my fingertips,
The proper pressed pale paper laughing back at me
Taking away future breaths but easing the current ones
My lungs feel depened. The air
Feels like I can finally breathe.
The world around me relaxes
And my lungs are filled with smoke but I can finally breathe so I’ll keep smoking right?
 May 2020 A-Anon
Eloisa
Aside from the wilderness
where I taste the sweetness
of my solitude,
enjoy my solace,
and renew my strength,
I have the darkness
to meditate.
A calm haven
to listen to myself.
I have the silken darkness
to ruminate.
A sanctuary
to regain my glow.
So far away
I went again,
into the heart of wilderness.
With nothing with me
except my silence.
I traveled through
the dark alone.
And there I found
the truth.
That silence
I brought within
is the true color of gloom.
I continued my journey
through the dark
to see the moon
and the stars.
The resplendent stars
then nourished
my leaden silence.
While the lustrous moon
retrieved
my vanished thoughts.
So in this journey,
I was given some sacred gifts.
A new heart with
ardent love.
A new pair of eyes
that can see the light.
And an eternal trusting soul,
awakened
with an inflamed passion.
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