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 Apr 2013 Olivia Pierce
Morgan
I'm aching for your taste against my bottom lip
I'm reaching for your warmth between my fingertips
I'm dying to inhale your harsh breath
I inject my stress into you at two in the morning
You morph it into a light gray cloud
and I watch as the sky dissolves it
"Nothing to lose"
The most dangerous line I ever said
The first time I bit the filter
I bit the bullet

Cigarette,
You had me the first time you melted my headache
Into a light & pleasant dizziness that billowed out over the concrete
On my back porch

Cigarette,
I feel your hands tightening their grip over my lungs
I feel you swallowing the air inside of my chest

Cigarette,
I feel you all around me
& I resent you
I resent you now
But I'll come crawling back
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 Apr 2013 Olivia Pierce
Morgan
She said
I'm not a writer
Hardly a listener
Not one of the talented ones


I said
*You sound like poetry to me
I wish I could capture the contents of your mind
Between black ink and blue lines
That girl wouldn't dare see
Wouldn't dare know
The fate of another girl
Half-way across the world
Who tried to see

Despite all her misgivings
She did
She tried, she leant over
Bent backwards
And did her best
Stayed up all night
Unraveling those tangled threads

But she fell
She fell
She fell
She fell
You won't ever know how hard

She pretends to not see
Sometimes
But they come back
And they wave in crimson-tainted,
Guts splattered, dreams
They kick her
They wish she wasn't there

And sometimes.
Sometimes, she imagines giving up
Imagines living a life
Where she could hide

Hide
Behind her laptop screen her whole life
A life where she could sleep
Sleep at a time when everyone went to bed
Or if just a bit before,
Then nothing better

She wished she could hide.

Those falls left her lonely
Gut-clenchingly lonely
That girl is me.
Response to 'The Girl Who Hid'.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-girl-who-hid/#after-reading

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