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 Jun 2018 Sarah Tayler
Skaidrum

i believe in truths
that would rather die tonight,
than speak tomorrow.
Of the haiku series
xvii. reality served by bullets

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 Apr 2018 Sarah Tayler
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
 Apr 2018 Sarah Tayler
Skaidrum
xi.
 Apr 2018 Sarah Tayler
Skaidrum
xi.

Eleven years since
you left, your name still hasn't
died in my arms yet.
Of the haiku series
xi. jack addison; my peter pan
4/3/2007

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Maybe be blackhole
In the pit of her stomach
Was enough to consume her
To disappear within midnight
Without any countenance in sight.

Before she could,
The heart beats its feet,
Sinks into the earth,
Rises above with sprouting buds-
Singing a melody, approach her to stay-
Dormant and yet to be born.
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