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Kayla Hollatz Dec 2012
The roots of my fingers sprout small flowers
Each fragile stem intertwined with its neighbor
Growing and flourishing in a matter of a seconds
Carefully blooming right before my very eyes
Aching to touch the outstretched stems from your fingertips.

The birth of a new plant.
One body, one mind,
One heart.
Kayla Hollatz Nov 2012
Shattered, we stand tall.
Torn, feeling the pain within.
Bruised, but not broken.
Kayla Hollatz Nov 2012
My tired eyes catch a small glimpse
of the sunset outside my bedroom window.

It reminds me of you.

It has the rosy pinks of your cheeks,
The soft blues of your eyes,
The faint yellow pigments of your skin.

As long as the sun in the cloud covered sky will set in the west,
Transforming so the stars may fill the spaces of the vast darkness of night,
You'll be here, with me.
Kayla Hollatz Nov 2012
Twirling my coal black fine-tip pen
In the vacant gaps between my restless fingers,
My wandering mind is filled only with thoughts of you,
Desperately longing for your strong hand
To effortlessly fill the
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Between my own.
Kayla Hollatz Nov 2012
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Of goosebumps,
One after another
As a result from just one touch,
One flick of your fingertip
Sends my body into a mass of tingles,
Never yearning for stillness again.
Kayla Hollatz Oct 2012
I don't think we are afraid of the dark.
No, more of what it so effortlessly conceals.
An unforeseeable threat lurking in the infinite darkness.
It plays a sly little waiting game,
Like an opponent anticipating the move of a chess piece,
Sure to be the next tragic victim...
Until,

Checkmate.
Kayla Hollatz Oct 2012
You took your limbs
and twisted them around me
like snakes
squeezing my ribcage

It was no warm embrace, no
I was holding on by a thin thread
And you knew...
And still continued.
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