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 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
As survivors,
they are hated
by everybody
and hate
in return.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
Mender
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
He was the doctor that would destroy anything to claim he had healed it.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
She is tired and torn,
battered and broken,
and longs
for nothing
and no one.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
Such an insignificant significance that moment was;
the last brush of our fingertips.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
To put it quite simply; it hurts.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
She sings the blues,
yet her tone is golden,
and sounds as sweet and hard
as newly ripened strawberries.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
Surrounded by obscurity without gloom:
the depths of calignosity suffocate every speck in ebony ink.
Yet, every molecule breathes with ease.

It is the crushing, bewitching hour of eternity in nightfall.
A sigh exhaled is impassively terminated by the midnight dusk;
sound is silent here.

Emptiness gapes as the leviathan's gob
thick with gelatinous mucus,
vast, however jailing:
closed and unknown to the living universe.

The saliva sparks in a moment, as a release of static charge,
even though no solid is sensed, never-mind two touching
loaded with electric friction.

And then again, as a sparkler of summer's independence
now holding for just more than a whim.
An explosion.

Flecks of bright stains scattered within the physical aura breeze past;
they ripple like wave crests under a kaleidoscope moon.
Colors arc in the resistant free current: endless lightning.

The vacuum is an overpopulated city
of which the blind could never take census
and the ignorant believe to be mute.

Visual speech fills the void of sound.
It is the starlight of a body.
A collaboration from the same prompt with Chloe Schwartz. She is amazingly talented and a joy to work with! Check out her page in my favorites!
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Jordan Harris
a dire desire
to flee
to wheel the spine around
and stumble in the opposing direction
quit, split, fly
the physical embodiment of escapism

a towering tsunami
there are only three directions to go:
to face
to exile
to be crushed a statue

a pinched atom
compressed in a chronograph
has a beach still to pour
during here and after now

a glinting ax
to smash the glass
easy

a tug
unlike a leash on a hound's leather collar
great draft horses quarter the prisoner
meat hooks pierce intestines
dismemberment
at its finest

overwhelmed
i run
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