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pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Roots
Roots ripped out of dark earth
Loam starved of sunlight’s kiss
Crumbling away into parched fragments
Tendrils exposed, raw nerves
still reaching out and aching for
sweet water, and nourishing strength, and
lifelightbreathcomfortlove.
Emptiness only hurts after substance
Quiet following the echo
Phantom limbs, we learn
to stop loving;
it takes months of reaching out
and tipping, falling
Spider silk is strong as steel
To tear the web, it must have been
stretched and p u l l e d
apart; parallel lines
will never intersect
I keep lists of loss
and sort my flavors of heartbreak.
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