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Prologue
hold back the screams
the low wail of pain, the wounded howl.
The agony of tattered, muddled hearts
falling in shadows, dappled on skin.
decision's gristle don't go down easy
my womb weeping scarlet:
slow
shedding
of self.
movement aching
the fascia wound taut.
Pt. 1
invaded and altered
I stand in a wilderness,
savaging myself with thoughts of you.
count the last times the way I once counted the firsts
hourglass dwindling
walls splintering.
suddenly comprised of
hairline fractures
scared of moving these brittle bones.
armchair demon
shotgun destruction
fallen sword.
Pt. 2
still haunted by the word 'go'
knowing you are so much better off.
chanting a failed spell
jar of salt in hand
ready to part the sea
to change my heart
but it is wild and stubborn
I don't understand the tongues it whispers in:
soul divided by a common language
all my prayers
are lost
in translation.
Literature
Shadows
Shadows
The little girl never slept very well. She didn’t like the dark. In her twilight lit, dusty room, she watched the gas lamps outside flicker and fade, casting eerie shadows dancing on her walls, which scared her more. When she did sleep (which was in snatches), she dreamt that the shadows on her wall would come alive and drag her away into their evil world. Her father laughed when she told him, telling her that big girls never had nightmares. Shaking her head weakly, she snuggled deeper into her covers, trying to block the shadows away. For a while, it was working and the girl drifted into light fearless sleep. Then…
A grat
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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