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 Aug 2016 Sierra
Austen girl
Breathing seems hard
I stitch the leather
That covered my skin
The day I almost died
I watch my skin purple
As it bruises over mistakes
Read words penned
Only shadow brings light
I crave one for the other..
A little death for a little life.
 Aug 2016 Sierra
ryn
Conscience
 Aug 2016 Sierra
ryn
Just me and him...
Having a conversation in the quiet of night.
Just me and him...
Baring honesty with no restrictions, no fright.

I tell him,
"Why must it always rain on me?"
I confide in him,
"Why do I feel what others don't see?"

Momentary silence...

And then he says,
"It doesn't always rain...
Sometimes you are sheltered.
You feel too much.
Over things that shouldn't have mattered."


Pause...

I am a child, fighting my case.
"If I don't, who then will choose to care?
Who then will toil for days to come?
I'm exhausted now...
And it's not fair."


He chides me in an instant.
"It was your choice to take on this role.
It was a decision made freely.
If you're looking a direction in which to point,
point to a mirror and you'll see the reason why it's taking a toll."


I gasp in faux disbelief
for I know it is true.
I've known all along
that it's me, not you.

I hesitate...
And then I reply...

*"Oh shut up!"
 Aug 2016 Sierra
N
Woman
 Aug 2016 Sierra
N
Throwing stones
at your window, whispering
Let me inside your brain
I want to see if fireworks go off
every time we hold each other's
gaze a little bit
too long

And you do it so well--
making me feel like I am
dancing on quicksand;
I can't seem to pull myself up
(or I don't want to)

How do you make
every single thing move
in slow motion?
You walk into the church
in your Sunday dress
and the angels lose their minds.

I pray
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
and I think I am about to sin again
because
we are only a few inches away
from touching
and I can hear you humming
Danse Macabre
while smothering a grin
and god,
I am so tired and
so yours.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM
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 Aug 2016 Sierra
Lynne
Green
 Aug 2016 Sierra
Lynne
All the way to the end
It burns, burns, burns.
Crumbling, and crippling
as the ashes fall on your lap.
And you inhale with a smirk
and you exhale without gasp

I watch you take in the heated smoke
and I imagine how it passes through your lungs
gently caressing the inside of your body
just as I lay my fingertips on your back
and barely trace across you.

I try very hard not to stare at you
but it's almost impossible to keep my gaze
away from your radiant smile
and the way your mouth wraps around that cigarette

I feel almost embarrassed to be so intent
on watching such a small mannerism
but I'm overwhelmed by an intoxicating feeling,
a desire to learn every thing I can about you.

My face gets hot and I try and focus on something else
But it's so difficult not to look, so I stare at my shoes.
I feel like a child, overwhelmed and nervous
and my breath quickens
when your fingers wrap around my hand.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Laughter. Conversation. Thoughts.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
The rhythm settles and ignites
just like that lighter you click
to start over again. A new cigarette.
A fresh start. To a new song.
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