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two bodies
lean over the edge
to look at what's beneath
before the moment arises for
two loners                  to descend,
they look off                       the iron bridge
into the red grave                          called water beneath.
complete strangers                             that share the same fate
they look out towards the horizon, ready, aim, fire their physical bodies down
its safe to say                                           they aren't safe
lonely spirits                                            caught in cages,
they look                                             to the other
eyes                                               meet
locked
descending
in peace
"we aren't falling, are we?"
"no, dear, we must have met before?"
"i'm afraid not, but i'm already afraid to lose you"
"neither one of us are lost, we found each other"
"i wish i could pick your brain until time ends"
"and i wish i could make it so this never had to happen"
"i love you"
"i love you"
"what's your name?"





sinking
into water
two limp bodies
lifeless and desolate
two star-crossed lovers
dead
 Sep 2017 pixiestargirl
Quettevio
i passed a bridge today.

there was a lake below, green and sparkling and tempting; promising peace and solitude.

the bridge was red and long, and i was stomping my feet;
trying so hard
*not to jump.
 Aug 2017 pixiestargirl
Styles
lips
 Aug 2017 pixiestargirl
Styles
feed me with your flavor
fill me with your taste
let your fragrance be my mace
get me tongue tied until my mouth is laced
with that taste of the paste
between your pearly gates;
seal my fate
When your
heart beats
in a series of code
that your mind
has yet to
decipher
praise your gods
darling
for you're
evolving
Saudade: Saudade (European Portuguese: is a deep emotional state of nostalgic  longing for something  absent or someone that one loves.
Her lips, tight and curved,
Ready to string up an arrow
And launch it to the sky
To explode into a fine dust
Where a myriad of stars congregate
Just to kiss your freckled cheeks
As I stand before the alter,
I can't help but feel as though
with each stitch I become
more broken.
 Aug 2017 pixiestargirl
fatima
midnight thoughts with my hands touching my body thinking it's yours.
midnight thoughts are wanting to taste your lips & getting driven into another dimension. midnight thoughts are when our skins are colliding. midnight thoughts are you & me telling eachother how beautiful our lives are with art, music, literature.


midnight thoughts are,
you & me
together, for eternity.
She hid her heart with fallacious layers of 'don't worry' and 'it's fine',
And she pleaded them not to try and reach her soul.
But their words tore through her defences,
And they cried as the onion girl bled slowly into oblivion.
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken breath.


words and foto T Carroll
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