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Day 14 – A reply to a dream

•December 14, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Edit: FFS WordPress you are killing me. My formatting keeps dying.

 

Are you attracted to me?

Because you’re stable

Like a frame.

I want to adorn you

With art hanging from your limbs.

Like paintings and drawings

And bits of string knotted.

I would give these things as gifts

In hope that they convey

An adoration that I can’t

Commit to words.

My words are all about pain and memory

and fear.

I don’t have the words for honest

Painless love.

Love outside of torturous

Unrequited longing.

Those are things that flare

They burn quickly.

They don’t smolder

But instead turn to paper ash.

Thin, and disposed of

With a breath.

I want your words,

The words for you

To be stronger.

I want them to be purple.

Muscled.

I want your gift of words to be

A vibrant living thing.

A presence in my absence.

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Day 12 – Saturate

•December 12, 2013 • 2 Comments

If I were to spout

All of the little thoughts

That slosh through my brain

You would drown in a deluge

Of yourself

Day 11 – Wings do not the angel make – 2011

•December 11, 2013 • 4 Comments

*I really want to rework this*

 

Wings do not the angel make
The molting feathers in your wake
Halo cocked to devastate
Who would have you as their guardian?

The molting feathers in your wake
Adorned in embers, hesitate
Who would have you as their guardian?
The ash it swirls about your waist

Adorned in embers, hesitate
For a jump perhaps, a leap of faith
The ash it swirls about your waist
A wish to tether, a cry for fate

A jump perhaps, a leap of faith
Will bring you back to ground
A wish to tether, a cry for fate
Bones upon the asphalt break

Will bring you back to ground
With halo cocked to devastate
Bones upon the asphalt break
Wings do not the angel make

Day 10 – Scrap 2007, We are in the event

•December 10, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Kelly looks sick.  We all look a little bit grey.  Smoke hangs heavily in the dining room where all of the sisters are meeting.  And me.  I shift uncomfortably.  I’m sitting just below the grate to the bedroom.  Somehow, no matter where I start at the table, I get shuffled to this spot.  I feel out of place: Still a child sitting in on the adult’s conversation.  I stare at the small area of table before me, following the swirl pattern of the faux wood grain.  In the event.  They’re starting sentences with in the event and if.  When.  I’m thinking when.  Lynn is gnawing on the inside of her lower lip.  It’s a terrifying habit she’s taken up since quitting smoking.  If you sit close enough you can almost hear the skin tear between her teeth.

Day 9 – Sheets

•December 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Shivering softly she sighs.

Suspended silvered silence.

Surviving sounds shudder silkily

surrendering,

sating shallow sorrow.

•December 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Waits anxiously

for her words to be recognized;

for her offering to be accepted.

A blessing of kisses.

Day 8 – Trigger Warning

•December 8, 2013 • Leave a Comment

This didn’t go where I expected it to, but it went where I needed it to. It might be a good idea to skip this one.
Triggers: Rape, abuse, abandonment

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