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 Feb 2017 Racquel Davis
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Last night drinking
cherry cured 'shine
from Tennessee
I caught the moon
flinching behind
a tree like a white
flower afraid to be
cut from its dark stalk
whereas in the spring
when I'm sober
it grows outside my
window before daylight
when moths come
and die gently while
I lie here listening
to their silent soft wings
dreaming of bleeding
in my sleep and find
no trace of a wound
aching in the harsh red cut
of another day breaking.
Smundies.
There's no good way
to shake you
your own hand.
P@ul.
My head hurts like hell
each time I bit
the needles shoot up into my brain
and they are hot
the pain is making me flinch
each time
but not as much
as the pain, I will feel
when the dentist
pulls the wallet from around my heart
and counts it out for himself
so right now
filled with painkillers
and feeling a little high
try to block the nerve endings in my head
too many to count
ouch there the ******* thing goes again
might be cheaper to have them all out
and plastic things put in
and cut off all nerve endings.
True poem  Love you more, now I feel ******   P@ul. ***.
 Dec 2016 Racquel Davis
K G
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Our wizened kismet is total exhaustion
Our headroom, now the coffin, holds in-
Our memories that die so often
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KG
 Nov 2016 Racquel Davis
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Seclusion
 Nov 2016 Racquel Davis
r
Solitude I wear
      like a second skin
my biggest weakness
       my greatest strength
   wading through 
quiet and tired 
    in seclusion
 as dawn draws
    her arms around me 
cold       and damp
    like the sea
           with no oil
for my lamp
       to light my way
through another
      dark    and lonely
November day.
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