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Dirt Witch Mar 2015
***** will never fill you up
It will only temporarily allow you
To forget you are empty
But when the poison
In your blood runs thin
You will be left
With a hollow more cavernous and
Gaping than before
New space eaten from your
body, devoured by whiskey
Carved by wine
No depth of ruby stain
On your lips
Nor pungent drunk of your breath
Nor clumsy twist of your tongue
Will cultivate a remedy
Liquor does not bring life
it exaggerates sorrow
So do not drown yourself
In an acrid bottle
There you will only find
More darkness
Dirt Witch Mar 2015
People are ephemeral
And you never know
How far you’ve drifted
Until you’re on separate
Continents, not bothering
To shout over the gap
Content with your newly filled spaces
And they with theirs
Would it be worth it to struggle
Or would you drown in the distance
I still want to try
To stand on the edge
And shout across the ocean
That’s growing between us
Maybe the waves of my voice
Could bring you back
To the empty space
I still can’t fill
Just to find
You’ve already filled mine
Maybe I should be content
You even made a space
In your arms
For me at all
I hope we still think
Of what it felt like
When we were each other’s
Even on separate continents
Dirt Witch Mar 2015
His fingertips dripped
Like cool rain down her back
Filling the empty spaces along her spine
Soothing the fiery tempest of thoughts
Into a warm glow of affection
That spread like wildfire
Down her limbs
And too her lips
That parted to soft
Kisses and sweet words
Hidden beneath a cloud of blankets
A sea of skin
Flowing between
Two intertwined bodies
Who sparked each other’s hearts
To beat
Like the wings of humming birds
And breathe
Like wind in a hurricane

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