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Cassandra L Oct 2013
dig in your feet
you are an inchworm of sheets
who lingers on wings

cling to a chrysalis
of charm and discomfort
more patience, less sleep


let your fingers bloom
and your lashes flutter
to catch every river of wind


pull on your socks
leave the window open
Cassandra L Aug 2013
Oh my peaceful dreamer
how have I gotten here?
My legs will do the walking
when my dreams are all I fear.

Oh my restful darling
the sun is growing near,
all I ask is stay with me
and whisper in my ear.

Oh my sleeping sweetheart
the cliff I stand is sheer.
At the base I shall remain
when pain begins to sear.

Oh my peaceful dreamer
how have I gotten here?
I feel the darkness calling
so I must disappear.
Cassandra L Aug 2013
The memory is a leaky facet
That drips with mud and sweating suns.
It splatters so shamelessly upon stained fabric.

Beads of light caught in the spiders noose
That is how I saw you.
You were a blanket of truth that tucked me in too tight.

Your words words were needles
So carefully administered no suspicious flicker
Entered me.

I became a river
With a stomach full of stones
and you sank me
to the bottom.
Cassandra L Jul 2013
I usually don’t notice things
Like eyes,
Or ears,
Or lips.
But I know yours are blue
Like sorrow,
Or sky,
Or lines on blank paper.
I wonder if my choice was the right one
Like fear,
Or failure,
Or pain.
Then I try to remember
His ears,
His lips,
Or his eyes.
I don’t know what colour they are
Like hope,
Or hurt,
Or attraction.

And I know I made the right choice
Like smiles,
Like stories,
Like blue eyes.

— The End —