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 Jan 2020 Kimberley
Emily Miller
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And the ***** rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.

He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Overbearing,
Texas sun.

My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.

My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
Loudly,
Unavoidably,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
Pulling,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.

My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Time
The ghosts are depressed
Because their desires were suppressed
The angels are weeping
Because the human race is sleeping
The poets are suffering
Because the meaning of life is puzzling.
God is smiling
Because we are surviving.
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
raicyd
gninword
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
raicyd
deep as the sea,
emotions are drowning me...

will anyone hear me?
if i scream...

or will i be left,
drowning forever...
i want to sleep forever, will never feel everything anymore.
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Jaxey
Sin
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Jaxey
Sin
"I love you"
You say
As you lift up my chin
But you're eyes shine with metaphors
And your hand feels like sin
Stop lying to me
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Yuki
Enough
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Yuki
I stopped looking
for my other half
in other people
the moment I realized
I was already whole
within myself.
I find no shame
in my solitude
now that alone
I do not feel lonely.
 Sep 2019 Kimberley
Tegan
Oh what a privilege,
to have known you.
I will carry a piece of you,
in my heart forever.
 Jun 2019 Kimberley
Jon York
Feelings
              that come
                  back
             are feelings
                   that
               never left.

                  Love
                 led me
                    all
                the way
                   back
                  to you.

                    And
                 I'm still
               convinced
                    that
                 the rest
                      of
                  my life
                    looks
                     like
                     you.
                                                                                 Jon York   2019
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