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  Dec 13 AM
Stained Glass
'We are the daughters of men who warned us about the news, and the missing girls on milk cartons and the sharp edge of the world.
They begged us to be careful, to be safe, and then told our brothers to go out and play.'
AM Dec 4
A serpent calling Eden home,
Her gaze a fire, her soul made of stone
In the temple of shadows, she was queen,
Betrayer of faith, betrayer of love, serene.

The sweet fruit she offered, ripe with a curse,
Men fell to her feet like they fell in Rome.
But no god or human could claim her soul,
Heaven burned where her name was known.

She crowned herself with a halo of lies,
Her whispers salvation, the poison's disguise
In the Garden of Eden she was not Eve,
Breaker of promises, breaker of chains, finally free.
AM Dec 3
I've booked a doctor's appointment for next week
maybe this will give me something to look forward to
AM Dec 3
Here I hand in my resignation letter-

The ink soaked with the weight of days that slipped away unnoticed.
Each letter a fragment of warmth now gone cold,
Dissolved into the pages like fading smoke,
Caught between a our dreams and memories that never fully formed.

The paper, woven from threads of forgotten promises,
Each line stained with the silence of words we never spoke
Folds where once love settled, now fragile as time,
Left abandoned in the hollow spaces where we once belonged.

Each word, a swallowed whisper trembling on the edge of my tongue,
Words that floated into the echoes of our lost conversations,
Only to dissolve into the void of our screams alone

Each letter is a kiss left untouched,
buried under the weight of your silence
The kisses left suspended on the edge of our childhood dreams
Only to be found scared to leave my mouth.
  Dec 2 AM
Andres Martinez
Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
It’s not in the cards for me
And it wasn’t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
I’ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used
AM Nov 27
Our eyes, they meet,
Once or twice a day, discreet,
Holding a secret just for us to keep.
A fleeting clash where our shadows meet.

A smile exchanged,
Once or twice, the air unchained,
A storm beneath, a pull sustained,
A force unseen, a force unexplained.

How did your body know mine so well,
Before we touched, before we could tell?
How did it burn so fierce, so wild,
A fire unleashed, a fire reconciled?

Under the sheets, where secrets lie,
Your breath on my skin, a whispered sigh,
How did it feel so intense, so right,
As if we were born for this, for the rest of our lives?

How do we fit, like threads that entwine,
Unraveling logic, defying design?
Sweet, sweet obsession, pulling me through,
Your smell lingers on my skin, and I want more of you
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