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it is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
picking at
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
atrophy.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
and again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
than teeth.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
picking at
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
atrophy.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
and again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
than teeth.
Literature
midnight aches and inside strangers
every night
I wake up to strangers
in bed-
the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
stomach,
live metaphors
of the fears
tucked underneath
these sheets
the dearest dreams
dead.
these are the cups
of warmth
searching for
a heaven
in my sorrows
a chest
cradled
in the riverbed
of a throat
choking in
tears.
fingers
plucking thorns
from the vine garden
that is
my neck.
They are the ones
stirring
waking
quaking
in my blood
at night
the magnitude
shuddering my bones
without rest
There's no fright.
only a contortionist
folding and unfolding
in my chest
while the moon
hangs,
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Literature
Nightly Reflection
In my bedroom there's a mirror; it stands parallel to my bed.
Each night I glance upon it as I rest my weary head.
I cannot help but wonder, does my reflection do the same?
Or does it take the moment, to wander from the frame?
Literature
moon
two sides to me,
one shining bright,
and one you'll never see.
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This is really beautiful
I love how there is still a lightness of innocence trying to defy the weight of melancholy
I love how there is still a lightness of innocence trying to defy the weight of melancholy