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you stand tall
facing the works of art,
Monet and
Renoir and
Van Gogh
all slowly
consuming your thoughts
color by color,
brushstroke by brushstroke
and you have
the nerve
to ask me
to point towards my favorite
masterpiece;
you pessimist,
you train wreck,
it's always been you.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
from the book I hope to write
I've spent my entire life being uninvited, ignored and never included

But now?
My loneliness is a choice
Because even though they're all begging for my attention

They are the ones who taught to me travel alone
I've got a place no one can find,
try looking for a place that doesn't exist,
you have to meet me here,
I don't let anyone know of this,
night or day just say my name.

Michael like the Archangel,
you're my guardian angel though a blue angel,
the smoke I inhale is a blessing,
I know I shouldn't be messing and I'm stressing,
the realm I face is fatal and ethereal.

What if it's you?
And it wasn't me?
Why do I have to taste poison to die?
I want more even if death is all mental,
all I deserve is another high.
Your eyes were a familiar town,
A ghost town I call home

The first time we kissed,
We tasted soil in each other's mouths,
We both smelled fire
And felt burning when our fingertips touched

We had dreams of a natural disaster –
The rainfall of ash and pumice
People screaming, temples collapsing
And we woke up remembering
What buried us

We lay in bed
My bones on your bones,
My skin against your skin
My hands shook like an earthquake
I asked you, "Did we not die like this?"
You kissed me, unafraid,
"Were we not born from this?"
A poem based on the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD

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