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i.
my ankles shattered
in the realm of old goddesses
and flattered my inflection
and impressions
in mattresses
bold,
your best chiaroscuro mentions
lulling my eyes
down
into pits
of stomachs
and wrists
wrung
ii.
like you'd hung
the phases
and sent souls
to blazes
and made passing mention
of the way this
rhythm turns your pulse
to ice
there are pleasant ways
to lock eyes
and bite
iii.
golden locks
on brilliant chests
in fortresses
and slender trips
down daunting eras
this code
is error-prone
but woven
by seraphs
and when that arch buckles
i will be
the force dividing
my ankles shattered
in the realm of old goddesses
and flattered my inflection
and impressions
in mattresses
bold,
your best chiaroscuro mentions
lulling my eyes
down
into pits
of stomachs
and wrists
wrung
ii.
like you'd hung
the phases
and sent souls
to blazes
and made passing mention
of the way this
rhythm turns your pulse
to ice
there are pleasant ways
to lock eyes
and bite
iii.
golden locks
on brilliant chests
in fortresses
and slender trips
down daunting eras
this code
is error-prone
but woven
by seraphs
and when that arch buckles
i will be
the force dividing
Literature
Root Riddled
Above thick roots
knotted and gnarled
by unanswered questions,
birds chirp riddles
to neighboring trees.
Literature
Not Away, But Out
a part of me floats
not away, but out
temporarily exposed
to the twilight swing
of dark tools
finishing off
the last outlying
patches of sunset
tonight knows me
my parts, old and new
and in the false gaze
of its skull-housed
mirrored eyes
my reflection sleepwalks
off the edge
of the blueprint
into the cloud wards
where hope sleeps
i make my rounds
methodically
mercifully unplugging
the already
or soon to be
dead
tonight, heaven
is a dream
planted by thursday
drink toward it
dive down
and never
find the bottom
of friday's glass
Literature
pollutant.
he is a boy devoid of sharp colours, rises
like a distant sun fragmented through city
smoke plumes, he paints skies grey, he
dilutes turquoise seas, he is always a shade
of nothing. his girl, she dresses him in clown
colours, masks the void with scarlet smiles
and peacock feathers, but the hues all fade
under his watercolour touch. i used to love
him, but he stripped even the lightest shades
of happiness down to something faded,
something missing. dreams in greyscale,
life in sepia, i ate blood oranges and painted
my skin pomegranate and clashed so
beautifully with his frown i think he forgot to
cry when i left, dressed in theatre costumes
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