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Aug 2016 · 722
minuscule
Rachel Hanna Aug 2016
i love the way O
makes my lips
grow apart and
yearn each
and other-
but i fear the way
E
makes me sneer and
fear;
and
i lust after the L
which makes my tongue
explore through
hell.
Aug 2016 · 759
veneer
Rachel Hanna Aug 2016
when  i a m alone-
i start to paint
with blacks and blues
and
gloomy greys.
i paint a  picture of
perpetual
pain.
and when i a m done,
and the
canvas
is bursting
i cut it away-
cover it up.
and i stand
there
staring
at the mineral white
paint
slightly faint.
Aug 2016 · 829
denouement
Rachel Hanna Aug 2016
the world in three
and us in one-
the air above
and
water beneath.
we can go
there-
and touch
with words
what no
one
has.

touch me with words.
wrap me with words.
denouement
me.
breath the words
into me
let the air
the god
carry them-
but only
the
words.

take me
with
words

there

we are not
really
here.
Aug 2016 · 690
a·byss
Rachel Hanna Aug 2016
you can swim.
but you wont get there.
you can try.
but you wont reach it.
my hands will turn,
and
stroke
and hit,
and
my legs- my legs
will pound like ribbons,
stretching out-
unending.

and then it will end,
no longer will I go.
and bone will turn to thread
and muscle to
heat.

and from the fatigue i will find it
reach it.

every bone a body, every muscle
a life
and everything....
everything water.
water stroking through water
combing
and
twining
to
one
water so intense
in
water so sleek-
so aware of every stroke
every turn
and every hit.

you can try.
but you can never stay
there.

— The End —