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  Aug 2019 Azura Nissen
after a while the caffeine grows weaker, the cold splash of water grows warmer, and the sunlight grows darker.
things change for the worse all the time.
and one day I realized that I was no exception.
  Aug 2019 Azura Nissen
Run run baby girl,
Hide under the table and cut until you bleed to death,
Run run baby girl,
Lay under the table and take your last breath,

Run run sweet boy,
Chase your childhood and drink until you forget,
Run run sweet boy,
Cry for the dead and keep your candle unlit

Run darling girl,
Hide from the shadows,
Run darling girl,
Return what you borrowed,

Run little boy,
Chase the rights you lost,
Run little boy,
Don’t forget the cost,

Shh young child,
don’t tell a soul,
Shh, young child,
They won’t believe until your old.

Remember young children,
Don’t tell anyone what happened today,
Remember young children,
Take our secret to your grave.
  Oct 2018 Azura Nissen
the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?
Azura Nissen Jan 2018
pain in my eyes,
but a smile on my lips.
clean and soft wrists,
but sliced jagged hips.
Azura Nissen Jan 2018
He staggered in eyes eerily lit,
       the corners of his mouth foaming spit
       his demons planned an overnight stay
She motioned to take the little ones away.
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
       we closed the doors, covered our heads
       as if blankets could mute the sound of his blows
Or we could silence her screams beneath our pillows.
I hugged the littlest ones close to my chest,
       till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest
       only then did I let myself cry
Only then did I allow myself to wonder why.
Why she didn’t fight back, didn’t defend
       didn’t confess to family of friend
       had his demons claimed her soul?
Or was this as well a woman’s role?
Azura Nissen Jan 2018
Women are inferior.
And God likes it that way.

Silly me. I refused to
believe it. Not only that,
but I began to resent the
whole idea.

I have watched women crushed
beneath the weight
of dreams, smashed.

I have seen them bow down
before their husbands,
and not just figuratively.

I have witnessed bone chilling
abuse, no questions, no help, no escape.

All in the hopes
that when they died,
and reached up from the grave,
their husbands would grab
hold, tug hard, and allow
them to enter Heaven.
Azura Nissen Jan 2018
Did you ever
When you were little, endure
your parents’ warnings, then wait
for them to leave the room,
pry loose protective covers
and consider inserting some metal
object into an electrical outlet?
       Did you wonder if for once
       you might light up the room?
When you were big enough
to cross the street on your own,
did you ever wait for a signal,
hear the frenzied approach of
a firetruck and feel like
stepping out in front of it?
       Did you wonder just how far
       that rocket ride might take you?
When you were almost grown,
did you ever sit in a bubble bath,
perspiration pooling,
notice a blow-dryer plugged
in within easy reach and think
about dropping it into the water?
       Did you wonder if the expected
       rush might somehow fail you?
And now, do you ever dangle
your toes over the precipice,
dare the cliff to crumble,
defy the frozen deity to suffer
the sun, thaw feather and bone,
Take wing to fly you home?
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