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  Mar 2018 Petrichor
Marc Pruchnitzky
She said to me "Marc now there's something i just could never understand, where is your heart exactly because I don't know how you continue to stand. How many times has it broke and how many times has it healed, if it's healed, has it healed? I don't get it why don't you give up like any other man?" All I could do was smile as a took her hand and in its Palm I traced my heart like I would in the sand, and I said. "My heart is in your hand where it has always been, and all those struggles yeah they’re hard but it makes it all worth it when we gaze at the stars." And as I closed her hand her teardrops hit the sand and washed into the ocean blue as she grasped out for me yelling I love you. And in the silence of our embrace she realized our hands had found grace as our heartbeats sang a tune we felt through our palms on that warm afternoon.

MJP
Petrichor Mar 2018
My paper is empty,
disappointing me.

Word of ink,
all invisible.
I'm scared to write it down.
Scared that if I do,
I'll feel again.

Feel the pain I
abandoned.

Your name,
tingles at
the tip of my tongue.

I try to roll it down,
but it stays there,
like the spice after the
chilli.

You stay,
reminding me of
us.
Reminding me
of our mistake
of turning you and I
into
US
To pen this down my hands shook, begging to hold yours//
Petrichor Mar 2018
When you promised
forever,
did you mean
until
you found someone
better?
Forever will you creep into my mind to remind me of my mistakes//
Petrichor Mar 2018
You have created
a demon.
A mind with a
thread of pollution
of thoughts
lining it.
A person built
of salty water.
   A demon with a muscle
                          but not a beat.
The heart
Petrichor Mar 2018
There is a bubble in my head
A place where nobody goes
Inside my head there a haven
My place of which nobody knows

I go there in my darkest hours
When I feel I have lost all power
There I feel safe in silence in
My place of which nobody knows

I can’t show what’s inside
For I feel the need to hide
I like my space in
My place of which nobody knows

When others taunt and jest
I never protest
But I am screaming in
My place of which nobody knows
The darkest of all time/This place of which no one knows
Petrichor Mar 2018
Shh
He locked her in the room
Locked her childhood with it too
Locked her laughter and silliness
All together just with his ‘manliness’

Tell me, oh tell me,
What so did the little girl do?
That you have to dig out her purity
and exchange it with insecurity?
Raise your voice//
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