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  Apr 2018 vega
emmie cosgrove
Once walking through the clouds of heaven
An angel did spy on the ground below
Curious to learn the ways of the mortals
She shed her halo and carefully packed up her wings
She bid the comfort of heaven farewell, eager for more
And fell to Earth
The world greeted her, ablaze with flames
These flames began to burn around her heart
Promising to keep the Angel warm whilst she ventured on
Heaven envied the joy that the Earth did provide
And heaven wept
Rain poured from the sky
The fire that the Angel fell so in love with had started to die out
As the flames faded, she grew weak
But a spark had always lived inside the Angel
It ran through her blood
She unpacked her wings and attached them to her back
She knew the spark was there
She had grown weary of heaven’s jealousy
And knew it was time to battle
The Angel’s fire was so strong it put out the rain that had tried to **** her
Her wings were aglow with orange and red
For the fire didn’t control her, she controlled it
vega Feb 2018
i tell people that you have an impossibly calming effect on my mind’s eye, that i love how your words are blankets around my unsteady existence, but in truth loving you is far more than stillness in my head, it’s more like a sky full of eyes watching the way i’ve grown onto you like lichen, rooting myself and hardening like wax around your spine every time we hold each other a bit too long; like brewing oleander tea in your mouth and happily taking sip after sip in hopes that you will one day **** me with your kisses; it’s not always a soft codeine high but more often my own head screaming at itself: this is it, this is love, true happiness, you can’t have it, you can never have it -- the future is uncertain and i drift endlessly on; i am sand, i am opinion, ever-changing -- loving you is like shooting stars falling to earth in the form of crystals cracking onto sacred seas of mirrors, like teeth and gold and black bedsheets that explode into crow’s wings, like my bones have been off-kilter in my body since the moment the first words you said to me fell from your lips and pooled in my ears, like your kisses are lies but my dread is real; it feels like the still-warm skin, the still-warm skin that knows, knows about her, the still-warm skin that will tell everyone you know; the sun hides from view so the clouds can have me now; but your voice triggers flint flickers ears ringing teeth click, sky-eyes shut tight and i am impossibly calmed by you once again
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vega Feb 2018
there’s a safe space with birds peeking through mandalas and trees erupting from skies next to a fireplace that reeks of cigarettes and gasoline, it rattles like hearts do when they realize just how much they miss home, with two thrones behind tapestries that hide malarkey while sunlight sits in the driver’s seat as we track miles like tally marks with bleeding ears

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