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driftwood
smoldering in slumber, smokey tendrils, Darkness tear away my sleep again, unpossess fatigue, tantalize electric energy. heist complete, i steal from Twilight lost remains of me, the self beyond its shadow; me, the sublimate, ungripped i bursting cocoon. Despair’s gauzy fog and lidocaine embrace me, cleave my threads of thought with melancholy moonlight. i falter.… — read more
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Lost and Found
spring imbues in green ephemerals. the tree buds insist “i” as well unfurl, lay down scattered petals of mind, untie soul, spill out storm-wrecked self on tattered pages. caught in maelstroms, yesterday’s offspring, i clasp my namesake, badge of service, token lauding past year’s labor, herald ringing next year forth, and with it, acts of… — read more
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The Premature Burial
Breathing in, breathing out, she forever remains buried alive. My breath echoes her smothering, my once coerced complicity. We coauthored her extinction, tethered her remains to the past. We resurrected her, a living ghost of haunting estrangement. Our spell invoked performed worry, dashed dreams, whispered nightmares, mourning. We eulogized the living and buried the mad… — read more
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“is service a kink?”
what purpose transcends cleaning dishes, tossing trash? humbled self, no self. be the unclean dish. be the untossed trash. wipe clean cluttered mind, toss out useless thoughts – wait! did i(t) forget to eat? i recall…something, something…forgotten, something…long buried. i scrub the bathtub, clean the litter box; yet darkness contaminates my mind, calcifies movement. dissociation,… — read more
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Brambles of Care
Luscious, lilting rose buds embrace, notes melodic rise, fall in tune. Comforting hugs unpause shutdown, unfold my origami heart. Thorns meander down the rose stem, fanged embrace, protection loving. Holding a rose requires care, gentle, trusting cartography. — read more
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Buried in Liminality
Entombed, trapped in body, this mind – not mine? – claws for escape. Noises, voices shackle me with numb detachment. Void mind, now buffeted by time, fleeting thoughts both alive and dead – Jarred out of my coerced reverie, I cling tight to the footholds of your question. Lucid, loosened lips speak – no, mimic… — read more