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Aug 2 · 88
The Climb
Eberhardt Aug 2
I stand at the tip of a steep mountain
Brandishing the sword I found on the way up
I wore a leotard so the whole world down
Down below could see my big, almond thighs
Arms raised above my head I can almost touch the sky
This is my victory pose
I’ve been planning it
Since I began to climb -
How to show them I’ve won
Now, I know no one can see me
But this is my victory
Feb 19 · 796
Eberhardt Feb 19
I am quiet, still
A body of water at rest
Waiting to be disturbed
Feb 19 · 508
Her -
Eberhardt Feb 19
Her - a red duck
with yellow-winged brothers

She walks red, sheds red
unlike them and
Her mother - a buttercup:
a flower in the field -
or her father - a ripe lemon
budding from the tree overhead

Her family - sunlight
that never sets
Her - a rarity in the early evening sky
Feb 12 · 171
The Raven
Eberhardt Feb 12
The raven picks at the garbage
Bag on the side of the road
She chews at the plastic
Rips it open with her beak
Out pours rotting gold
Her cache, nest egg, treasure
Trove of wasted remains
She sifts through the straws,
Used napkins, brown bags,
Leftover peels, scraps, debris
For the sweet morsels of meat
Protected like pearls in the ruffage
She feasts at the side of the road
Unafraid - no one can touch her
Feb 11 · 163
Eberhardt Feb 11
The princess shaves her armpits
Everyday because if she doesn’t
The people will whisper
About the dark stains under her arms
Whenever she fixes her crown
Feb 11 · 121
Eberhardt Feb 11
Sometimes I imagine standing beside a river
And slipping.
I’m swallowed by the water
Dragged by the current to the edge of the cliff
Where the river dips
And I can see nothing beyond it but a mist
Like gates guarding the entrance to whatever lies beyond
I’m just about to scream when the river
Covers my mouth with its cold hands
And escorts me through the gates
Feb 11 · 2.0k
(Not) a Self Portrait
Eberhardt Feb 11
If I sketched an angel without wings
would you be able to tell
she’s an angel?
The sky behind her would be pale yellow
The world below, gray
Like the color of the outline of her frame
I’d describe her face as angelic
Which is supposed to give it away
But maybe you’d only say she looks nice
Feb 11 · 99
The First Step
Eberhardt Feb 11
I don’t know how to dance
Never learned
Never thought I’d need to know
So you led me, gently, at first
We started out simple and easy
like a bite of sponge cake
A one and two and three and four and
It felt good to glide across the linoleum floor
Light as a feather
Like I weighed nothing at all
Feb 11 · 119
Eberhardt Feb 11
You don’t understand despair
Even when you’re in it
Feels like you’re drowning -
In everything you feel
And don’t have the words to express
Apr 2017 · 276
American Girl
Eberhardt Apr 2017
There is a doll in
a little brick house
with satin tights
and her shirt tucked in
and she is smiling
because the machine
that made her
carved a smile into
her plastic head.
Apr 2017 · 256
Teddy Bear
Eberhardt Apr 2017
Blue bear
with golden teeth -
He took a bite from my neck
when I wasn’t looking.
I looked at him then
and he smiled at me.
I saw pieces of my flesh
in his golden teeth.
Nov 2016 · 17.5k
Peach Tree
Eberhardt Nov 2016
Four limbs
Branching from a peach tree
My skin is a shield
My fat is fuel
A vessel for my weary soul
I will let it carry me
Sep 2016 · 557
Eberhardt Sep 2016
O'clock O clock
It rings and rings
The faucet drips
A kettle sings

O'clock Clock in
It coughs and beep
The keyboards clack
A cubicle weeps

O'clock Clock out
Cough again beep
The sirens whine
A child sleeps

O'clock O clock
It rings and rings
The faucet drips
A kettle sings
Jun 2016 · 456
Eberhardt Jun 2016
We are like weeds -
like painted clovers
who grow anxious
at the sight of
lovers and little girls
with petals in their hair,
like daisies stepped on
by rubber soles and padded heels
waiting patiently
while bees flock to tulips instead,
like muted dandelions
plucked from the roots
and tossed aside with
barren heads and broken stems
mourning for their
scattered leaves,
like ivy and creeping thistle
eyes shut and whispering,
whimpering to themselves
a solemn hymn
praying to be left alone
for now.
May 2016 · 16.0k
Hazel Eyes
Eberhardt May 2016
Moths are swatted
butterflies kissed
Pollution in fog
but beauty in mist
Shades of skin
the lighter adored
Loveliest lauded
the average ignored
Wilting flowers
tossed and snubbed
Only the beautiful
are cherished and
Apr 2016 · 2.1k
Mother Nurture
Eberhardt Apr 2016
She tucked in my shirt
and patted my head,
“Always be yourself”
was the first thing she said.

She painted my lips
and powdered my nose,
called me a daisy,
but wanted a rose.

She looked at my shoes
and gave me her heels,
noticed my body,
restricted meals.

She ignored my work
chastised my art,
gathered my drawings,
ripped them apart.

She decided my plans,
outlined each day,
gave me one order -
“don’t disobey.”

She tucked in my shirt
and patted my head,
“You’re nothing without me”
was the last thing she said.
Apr 2016 · 2.2k
A Puzzle
Eberhardt Apr 2016
People have taken
little pieces of me
Paid little mind since
the pieces are free

— The End —