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  Oct 2015 K
Hayley Neininger
I think you should love a girl that writes
Live her many different imagined lives
In her vast collections of created worlds
Find her somewhere buried beneath them all
And when you find her pressed between
Scribbled pages and coffee cups filled with pens
Kiss her ink black fingers
Let them stain your lips so when she looks at you
She won’t forget
You’re the hero her books are about.
K Oct 2015
One, kiss we shared upon that fateful night
Your taste still lingers on my bleeding lips
That crack and chip like ice that climbers smite
As they ascend the hostile jagged cliffs
Two, veins of flowers wilting on your grave
Seeping into the earth that claims your name
Upon my barren knees I toil and slave
Nails scratch the frozen earth for you in vain
Three, whisky bottles downed, I weep for you
Delirious, glass shatters on the stone
I dance with naked feet to feel anew
The flesh that seeks devoutly to leave bone
Four, five, six, seven nights I cannot sleep
Grief cannot be erased by counting sheep
K Oct 2015
Secluded within my quilted cocoon
A mess of white bed sheets - embrace me tight!
Forlorn, humming gloomily to the tune
Of silence in the solitude of night

Oh, how I love to sleep, to dream of light
And monarch wings and fruitful dahlia blooms
Sweet nectar of utopia’s delight
Where melodies of silken harps do croon

But flightless I must nest within this tomb
My heavy heart a hindrance to free flight
Curled up within this embryotic womb
For release, to God my prayers I do recite
K Oct 2015
Liberated from fettered mortal coil
Which binds us to this weary world of toil
The dewy soil exhales a sweet farewell
Behold, fate is sure – Hark, hear the knell!

O’er gentle trickling brooks that nurture life
On winged faith, depart relentless strife
Effervescent flight among clouds once yearned
A foreign realm, no traveller returns

Dear friend, hear not our mourning far below?
With haloed light your memory bestowed
In shame and sorrow do we all lament
With flowers, tears, and prayers we do repent

Oh, curse the wicked serpent of the blade!
Seductress to the everlasting *****
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