Tag: nic jean
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Leaving Off On A Bad Note
When you go to bed with poison in your mouth You wake up with rotted teeth. The stench of decay infests the new day and throbs through aching cavities. Worn holes. Cavats broken through the enamel of your mind exposing the soft, bruseable little pulp, the quivering thread. whats left of it. Soured by acid […]
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Barley; Alive
A single wheat grain twirled around a finger fraying at the ends, where golden intentions turn brittle and fracture at the bends. The sun through your seams seems to mend the chizzled out nodes little hollowed holes, swaying with the wind of a winter morning cold and ornery drying up for the season and breaking […]
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Pure
She took the shattered glass from my mirror and taped it, took off my clothes and washed clean the self hatred. She came in grey with leather soles and saved me from myself. With grace she silenced the screaming echoing through the halls. The silence. Following. The momentary stare where in the crisp waning moonlight […]
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Ballerina Toes, Soirée
I’m walking through a dark, dark forest. There are diamond back snakes in the trees. Their sleuthing bodies carousel the branches; I can feel a hundred rattled eyes following me. I’m pushing through a narrow, narrow alley. Skin brushing stone wet with dew, like thumb prints, their mucus, clings to bare shoulders as I crouch […]
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