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hannah Aug 16
the arms of a father
to a young daughter.
tick
tock
tick
tock
the arms of a grandfather
to a new father.
tick
tock
tick
tock
the arms of a father
swing the same as
his fathers.
oh grandfather,
oh daughter.
tick
tock
tick
tock
hannah Aug 15
a black hole
takes a bite of a fetal star
is it greedy
or just
starved?
hannah Aug 3
golden sun and cool moon
brush by a tiny fish in the ocean
they leave messages for each other
like post-its on a fridge
of a house torn by responsibility

the moon knows no rest,
the sun knows no faith.
and the fish,
courier of myth,
tells stories
of a fleeing sun,
and an unshakable moon.
two who always
miss
each other’s hold.
hannah Aug 2
my body is cold
cubes of ice
replace the discs in my back
my stomach has cracks
i have frozen over and spilled
my guts
i inhale
lungs burn, frostbitten
i long to burn
from the warmth of another
hannah Jul 19
i dream of becoming a mannequin
a blank slate of a being
unmarred, yet,
silenced
with a perfect shape
porcelain skin
a cookie cut
woman
hannah Jul 18
you told me you could never be a poet
but
my eyes are like cats eye marbles
and
im a reminder of flower fields
at night
fireflies dancing between
strands of grass
and
dandelions
you used to write me poetry
with verses of
"i love you"
and
"see you tomorrow"
but
you told me you could never be a poet
hannah Jul 9
here i am again
wet face
aching heart
why is my love a flood?
why is your love a tsunami?
i've taken cover but
i should've stayed inside
and sooner

built my wall
of broken sticks
built my wall
of flawless glass

(my hands are shaky—
the sticks will splinter,
the glass will crack)

i know
i'll end up here again
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