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Erian Rose Nov 2020
We twirled in the clatter
letting the rain tattoo our skin
till dusk became day
and hands held clasped
in saltwater promises,
drowning in the shores
of your cosmos
Allyssa Feb 2019
There was a vast emptiness within me,
A hole that could never be filled.
My bones clattered inside of this body,
A body no longer my own.
With every step I took I felt the weight of my existence lay heavy on me,
My heart beat like the wings of a humming bird and yet I still felt no warmth
I need warmth.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
clatter in attic,
cloud army rehearses war dance;
cleans dusty armour!

— The End —