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Old Weapons, Wrong War
Brick and mortar rest, sharp weapons in dirty hands, and she’s repairing broken walls she doesn’t remember building. But something, something moves closer. Moving in with dark tides, the moon pulls closer, and she’s afraid it won’t like what it sees. It isn’t pretty she screams. The grey grit of binding sand drips from the […]
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Philosophy of Time
The hardest part of waiting it watching the clock —tick, tick. Strapped around my wrist, in a world that’s rushing by, I’m watching the sliver of gold slide —tick, tick. The time is merely, relative to my existence, without this piece of metal I’d have no regard nor care even, for how many times the […]
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Lust and Love
Spring 2012, ISSN 2161-2846. I want someone to lay with me. Run their hands down the sides of my mind. Touch the soft curves of my thoughts and brush against the fragile bones of my soul. I want to be addicted. A junkie looking for my next fix, searching for a way to pay for my […]
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Ash and Dust
And I read them as her words, not mine. Every time I see them I know. But the feeling that follows swallows my heart and mind intertwined in empathetic regret for the monster I once was. then I step back and remember that this is that control, this was let go. Stepping through time with […]
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“And I wish you would come home.”
Inspired. Copy. Paste. Scratch that. Erase. Deep breath, begin. The lace ribbon waist was a waste, look up at her face and trace the white space between freckles and scars and whisper when I see your eyes I see shooting stars. Like a moth to a light, must fight off another night of the temptation. […]
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