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be still, be still, be still;
palpable and touting
: you won't say
what's on your mind,
(your body will.)

so quiet, quiet, quiet
: you continue to deny it
while the valves supporting life,
the silence, fill.

beating, beating, beating
: so continually fleeting,
lends some meaning
to the furrow of your brow.

so tell me, tell me, tell me,
please—
your silence overwhelms me,
and your heart was never readier
than now.
he’s interested in disasters,
the kind of catastrophes that the media has a field day with,
the kind of accidental atrocities that are awe-inspiring in their horrid glory,
the kind of things that have self destructed spectacularly – so much so that the remaining debris becomes a masterpiece on the ocean floor, a memorial for beautified trauma.

and I guess that’s why he’s interested in me.
I'm your favorite disaster
 Nov 2015 Jill Carter
Brent
As the orange glow of the sun that marks a twilight
Makes the gray nimbus clouds
A brownish shade
Against the background of the firmament,
I look up
And feel the drops of rain
Fall from the apricot sky
Down my face,
I feel it mix
With the raindrops
From the clouds in my eyes
As I remember
That things will never be the same.
So, I just hope
That the moon will help me
Forget you and your name.
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