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Ashe
Ashe 16 Feb 2018 Tag:

A I threw our baby in the trash can.

It could have been beautiful, Your eyes and my something (Not much of note, to be honest) I Bled away the chances Of what could have been Growing tall Or maybe Being Sort of half ginger, Chameleon eyes and unpredictable We were lost In a fleeting second A potential memory Of...

ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 11 Feb 2018 Tag: Black Stranger

A Sour Diesel

A flesh machine on mind control facing the spike details of a hike dismay. Born to shine upon wound-ed life by counting scale or wing held tight to my lungs. A secret trust in the garden crust or a skin of significant numbers & letters and an ageless rate of...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 11 Feb 2018 Tag: Miscellaneous

A A Life Mapped Out

Give me your 25% just for one day Some things are too much to bear Take a piece of your pain Here We'll share Snowy bite Mistake thuggery for spirit Turn to hot dust against all odds Form a cosmos for the soul So far from the Vitamin D Darker than arseholes on a January afternoon...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 04 Feb 2018 Tag: Miscellaneous

A A Soundboard For The Soul

A soundboard for the soul Equalisers for the ego and human connection Emotional quotient with no bass An ear for listening to properly hear Amber jam Emerald rose Brain power Grey gold Crystallise lines to create crystalline highs A last night party celebration for the living dead...

tpu
tpu 31 Jan 2018 Tag: Winter

A Evergreen.

+--+ Bruma. Come, steal me the sun and bury away it's glow in smoke, ash and coal. Cover me in cold. Ice and frost, silver and snow... Harden mind and soul. As before and ever shall be the pillars that held my dreams. Pine. Tall....

saintedmad
saintedmad 25 Jan 2018 Tag: sacrosanct

A this is the part where my words get long

still it isnt enough to be at the place where someone crossed my heart offswiftly; those summers linger with fingers so hot they feel cool, so i remember for a minute. never am i sure of why i need more words to assuage the way i see, even, of course now, and of course then, the...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 14 Jan 2018 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Bittersweet Song

The final note A cruel joke

saintedmad
saintedmad 09 Jan 2018 Tag: personal

A ancrene wisse

to finalise it, my fingers shake. i knew i was something where humans kiss and do not.... never again shall i resemble everything.. the rapid inconsequence of no words wears my skin. i imagine you can see my skull by now and i move with stories of flowers found headless. what...

Ashe
Ashe 08 Jan 2018 Tag:

A The greater good.

It ended the way it began. In a bottle Easy come, easy go. Words stumbling off of chapped lips Dying in the january twilight I saw the embers Of carefully constructed maybes Slip away. Ash among the resting places bordering dreams and nothing. I Knew better than this.

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 31 Dec 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Fibonacci Interstellar

Like Carl Sagan, I love space. Earth, Mars, Jupiter....

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A vigor

Masculinity is leather-bound hands holding you closed, taut skin, how he taught you to hold your mouth as a purse-string, drawn together so no one can steal from you; a pocket full of loose change, lost marbles, mouth so full of bees; they'll sting you if you let them. Keep your tongue...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A delicate

Femininity is pressed flower petals in your grandmother’s tabletop bible, hand-me-down to your mother, probably won’t ever make it to your hands; it nests under the coffee table your father made for her so many years ago from the oak trees whose memory you never had the pleasure of...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: love

A a memo about matrimony

There will be nights where you feel like your love is a crumbling artifact, a memento of time before children, before bills, before the rent was so high that it rivaled your anxieties about money; they will come when your husband falls asleep on the couch and does not come to bed. They will...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A the sound of salt

Floating— saltwater soak; ocean air, breathing serenity into overactive lungs. I can hear the sea crashing, wavewhite into water-smoothed, weather beaten rocks and she is laughing.

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A rain-damp

Anne Sexton is on my nightstand when I tell you I am too tired to get out of bed. My bones are damp with rain and heavy with ache, waterlogged, and it storms every day now; such is the nature of autumn in Pennsylvania. I listen to the raindrops, count them, and...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A of the people who have made impressions

One was pale skin and freckles, hair as copper as the pennies you’d pressed into your palms, sweat on your chest, fogged car windows, making it home by curfew. Always PG13, always wondering if you were enough to be loved, always wondering why he didn’t hunger for your body like the...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A echoing of gunshots

*in memoriam i. Ambulance screams past the diner where I am waiting tables, waiting for a better chance at something, anything. Someone listening to their police scanners tells me it’s a gunshot wound. I assume I don’t know them....

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A when your voice is lost in an ocean of voices

Society says, when he pries open your legs, like a burglar pries open a locked door, do not fight him. If you are in this position, it is your own fault that you have left yourself vulnerable. When you come clean about it in an outcry, you will be dissected like a frog on the...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost

A tonguelost

People used to wait for me with bated breath. This was when my hair was long and beautiful, when I used to keep longing between my teeth and the sounds of the ocean were tucked away in my cheek and when you kissed me, you said I was saltwater wonder. I was a sad story on the newsstand,...

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: love

A postpartum magic

When your husband tells you that your postpartum body is still beautiful, even more beautiful because of how you sacrificed yourself for the bundle of blankets laying and laughing between you on your bed, do not cut him off, do not chop down his words. He is...

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