Solace in a metaphor

Empty bottles on the counter mean apologies in a dressing gown For the slurred words that broke a petal from this rose and crushed it into velvet spiders With the soles of his slippers I drift along the wooden floors a mass of scarlet petals scattered Groveling, looking for a crack To swallow me in […]

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Invitation to inspiration

I invited inspiration to come sit with me in my living room but instead she climbed into my mind and poured me a gaze so laced in longing I could drown in that fabric of her eyes and yet I wondered how she might dress without her melancholic yearnings and adorations of the moon and […]

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Carried away

I followed the journey of your mind. I didn’t care about the costs. I didn’t care about the logistics. Fuck all the moats that I could drown in, and all the boats I could get carried away on, I wanted to get carried away. All I knew was that I wanted to be there, to […]

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I see you

You don’t see me, but I see you. Your downy fine hair of self-starvation is like a halo of an angel pushed to desperation. Dark hungry eyes, numb and empty. You grew too tall, too fast. Too much too soon and you still see it all at midnight when dreams surround you with sickening eyes, […]

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Dreams of herself

There was a girl Her eyes blurred with rain and skin bleached by ghosts Her hair a wistful wysteria on a sun-drenched porch, that she wound round her fingers while she dreamed Of a self that she always looked for … She dreamed of a house Where purple flowers of her hair became a paintbrush, […]

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