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Since that night, I have believed in love at first song.
You sang.
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
You smiled.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
You stood.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
You sang.
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
You smiled.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
You stood.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
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water-colour emotions
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like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me thr
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How to Sleep and Never Wake Up
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That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.
That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few da
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Sacchariferous
for the Admiral
my dandelions speak of
the kitchen, brimming
with sun-streaked sugar
and mended-over smiles.
floured fingerprints cloud the sky,
but every broken egg is one more yellow flower.
in sweetgrass and flowers
i find white-leaf bandages for cracked shells. coils of
sky
fill the bowl to the brim-
the world is a clean smile
wrapped in sugar.
everything here is white and pale as sugar
gathered to mend your flowered
smile.
i wish you'd swallow always fields of
dandelions that brim
with every clean, clear sky.
i'll measure out the sky
in cups of sugar.
fogged upon the rim
of the flour bowl- your fingerprints in flowe
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My submission for the Skinny Words contest at fav.me/d6d2v8h .
He moved me with a single song, and I caught up to him beneath the street lights. We didn't talk long, but it was nice. I hope to see him again soon.
He moved me with a single song, and I caught up to him beneath the street lights. We didn't talk long, but it was nice. I hope to see him again soon.
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The seductive romance-bam- you depart us with one line of humour!
You weave your cloth quite well.
You weave your cloth quite well.