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Alicia Moore Sep 2020
even when you’re speaking
the silence is deafening.

empty words,
a spinning record with no music.

language isn’t solely expressive,
vacant vocals are forever depressive.
Alicia Moore Sep 2020
Being alive
Isn’t the same
As living,

And death
Isn’t as terrifying
As dying.
  Sep 2020 Alicia Moore
Mitch Prax
our roots were tangled
beneath the soil but our
petals never grew

8:08 PM
11/9/20
Alicia Moore Sep 2020
This house is made of ice.
A gelid, brass interior awaits me with wicked vice.

Stepping through the frozen doors,
I fall into my own homely grave.
A familiar capsule with silky floors.

Paintings hang upon each wall,
Lifeless and disturbed.
Although, the images do utter one final whisper before tightening the noose—
“Beware of the abominable master of abuse.”

I wish to float,
As with each step the rivers of blood in my feet howl.
Icicles pierce through my soles;
Daggers with a bright smile...

I am only ever welcomed into this house of ice
With a vast iniquitous price.
Alicia Moore Sep 2020
wholly, am I thee?
truly, who am I desired to be?
sincerely, I plea for a decree.
please tell me
before I flee...
Alicia Moore Aug 2020
to know time,
is to know
the value of life.

to understand time,
is to understand
the meaning of 42
without a visit to the afterlife.
to create time,
is to create
complexity in existing chaos—
not the organisation one hoped for
while watching the sun at peace.
Alicia Moore Aug 2020
I will forever be the star beside you,
my love, my moon.

I will be there when you are projecting your full brightness,
and when you are only giving out a simple crescent glow,
and even when you are hidden behind thundering clouds...

I will forever guide you through your nighttime shift,
my love, my moon.
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