the lock

you promised to meet me here, by the pier, alongside the dying trees, and across the dancing leaves that drift off the ledge, and plunge with a whistle and scream. elated, i waited: may he be tender, may he be sweet, may the young man come to me, and sweep me off my feet. daunted […]

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goddess

I am solid yet also transparent. a goddess born free from mortal desires, i drip with godliness and i am sustained by your adoration. I am the wind that tastes like stars, I am the crushed rose petals That stain your skin like ashes, I am the voice plaguing your thoughts Like an ocean without […]

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My Room

Periwinkle walls faded with neglect, patched over with purple swatches of lavender and gooseberry, my room used to be ordinary, rudimentary in its discipline, Spartan in its creativity yet, in the waning crescent of my life– I grew tenacious in my depravity. The walls bleed with absent thoughts and petulant musings in white chalk, whimsical […]

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A blip in time

I stretched my neck until it protested and creaked, the cars slipping and honking by As I teetered from a perch up way high. The silhouette of bodies entwined caught my eye as I hesitated–paused before I dived. An androgynous blob embracing under the moonlight, their shadows vague and disconcerting reflected in the bleak river […]

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You Should Have Known

Raw emotions- An open, gushing, oozing wound. Peeling back reluctant skin, The dam breaks as a warm, Flood of gushing bright crimson- Tinged with a metallic and salty taste, Perfumes the air with spritz of despair. All because of you, A wise fool, too observant for my tastes, Who ignores the warnings, That flash “Do […]

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The Promise of Bacchus

Murmur my name Each time you take a sip, Do not forget my story As you refill your glass And stumble along until your Unchaperoned death… I lost my way in the bottomless cups, Singing a merry tune, Whistling at the sharp tang, bewitching as it beguiles a daydreamer, enraptured by the faults of the […]

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Like a Flower

She was weak in the mornings, Neck bent and eyes downcast As the radio played throwbacks, Fetid breath and rough hands Dark brands, wide and deep, Back bent and eyes bruised, Yellow teeth and Old ripped up photos That reminded her of her childhood. As she rocked slowly to sleep, Woken by creaks and footsteps. […]

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Fading Youth

Youth is like a plucked rose– loved with avarice eyes and guarded in a well-lit shell that decomposes with the stench of capricious fertilizer. She is pretentiously trimmed and tailored, fashioned in a glass vase, voluptuous shapes, undulating in throes of desire (a gift from snobby Sarah from Westchestor! ) Fiji water tepid, seventy-five degrees of adulterated dampness. Under the artificial, […]

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The Beginning

Flaxen hair with crushed Ice blue eyes, Like fallen snowflakes She descends from Valhalla With an inherent grace and speed. A Scandinavian beauty With a calm visage, like floating Decaying glaciers- She stood with a Viking’s honor And Thor’s pride and arrogance- A voyager who has lost her hurstwic Wandering and drifting as she Became […]

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A Killer Who Became A Farmer

A man with distant and cold eyes once told me that he wanted to become a farmer…. I had asked, “If you could live a life bereft of responsibilities and money were no object, who would you want to be?” He said, “A farmer.” “A farmer!” I responded confused. “Does that sound so impossible that […]

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