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Haunted
Midnight visits with feeble jaws, while my teeth grind on white horror – my head has awaken, my body has not. A house is clouded with my ghosts. Beautiful, disgusting! Numbing my legs with a chainsaw...
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The Fog
The Fog glances at me, as if I am a seventh morning in black coat prayer. Twice, I have been veiled by The Fog. Twice, I have ridden wounded winds to secretly watch dead men bathe in weakness. I have...
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Without Myself
The music, with sharp tongues and daggers, presses hard against me. I have been swinging from lyrical ropes for days. If it wasn’t for guilt! If it wasn’t for the time I have spent drinking cups full...
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To Be Fair….
Black ink dries on hard paper, truth has made me guilty. Speak softly to me! A kind message? Sublingual peace? Abuse me with gentleness, please! Death is not deep. To be fair, this blush, this young...
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Monday Confession
It will be several days of confession. I have starved myself. I have been hard and violent. Each doctor takes note, takes opinion, takes my blood and stirs it in his coffee. It’s Monday. 9:30 A.M. The...
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that my lips may part for lava
winds sail slow arriving with difficulty to confession I speak against another back turned burned by sun light I am familiar with the dark – with poison with automatic disappointment that my lips may...
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My Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips like it’s charming. “Mmmmm.” Mockingbirds and Mallards sing of my slick footprints. I step in. I step out. He stepped out. We spread together as far as Summer...
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Deep White
Demons sleep in the deep white, a place to rest while laundry drowns without ultimatum, while dismembered chickens swell in heat – sticking to bits of parsley that grew this year. People expire faster...
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Three Minutes In
Three minutes in – I am a dream. Have you ever been met by a mirror? Twisted like eyebrows in confusion. Steel eye compartments ready for battle. Nail my head to the floor, my only choice is to look up...
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Ghost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
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