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Midnight on bare skin--
a subtle kiss of stardust
on a lonesome heart.
a subtle kiss of stardust
on a lonesome heart.
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the gospel of two am
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I.
I believed in unconditional love
until the conditions of the loved
built a wall to stop the flood of me.
maybe I did want you to drown
in something warm and good because
I am the blessed choking scarf:
a much needed reminder of
how sweet breathing is.
II.
you realize something
in being the best person you can be
to someone and that is:
perfection
means being alone.
don't let anyone call you perfect--
simply a compliment tying the noose.
it is the seemingly flawless
who off themselves
most successfully.
sometimes
they want to be
perceived broken
so they may be
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beliefs
humming a tune that rattled her bones as though she were a bottle of pills, she counted all the times she'd been a burden in her life. she figured it equaled nothing less than her number of breaths. laying in bed and surrounded by pillows, she tried to quiet the sound; but her body betrayed her. guts moaned and she huddled into herself to silence them.
when she walked, it was with a careful precision she'd developed from balancing on ledges in her dreams. night after night, she withstood the trembling of her aching frame. like a ship being tossed, her bones creaked under the strain of the storm inside her. she wondered how long she could kee
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the rainchild
, the skin dripped from his fingers & the blood beneath was clearer than the truth, rivulets of rainsong pouring down the storm drain straight to the pacific ocean ; he never needed to cry. "the clouds
shed enough tears for all of us," he told me once and i remember
when i first met him, those arms outstretched & palms like little pools, oases running through lifelines. the fortune teller told him he would only live as long
as the storm
"it's the water in my veins," he said; "it washes away the stardust & we are all drinking our ancestors' ashes, did you know my grandfather tasted," he said, "like raspberry cordial & did you know that fre
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You can read about the project here: Welcome to Glory Be!
1/6/2013--THANK YOU to
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January 1, 2012
!You can read about the project here: Welcome to Glory Be!
1/6/2013--THANK YOU to
and for the DLD on this piece!January 1, 2012
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I find it so fascinating that you and I have both used moon imagery so frequently in our literature and, furthermore, that the respective pieces all sort of relate to one another. It's so amazing what we can make of such a universal symbol ... how we can personalize it and give it new meaning, and yet make it relatable still to others.