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“Speculation”

What have I taken into this body a living thing a body of cells in a capsule does my cell have a soul is that drop of blood is that flake of skin still breathing vibrting can I be encapsulated how quickly does the light diminish when a rose stem is cut when the curly […]

“Patience”

Tell me do you like my hair my lips my hips the way they curve what about my eyes big brown pools big enough to hold your dreams or my fingers turning curling purring follow me feathers in your hand butter in mine but listen this mouth holds teeth that pinch and scrape and a […]

“Rare”

I don’t have to say anything I’ve laid it all out for you on my face I know you can see it red shiny soft a petal on the pad of your thumb It’s rare that I find myself here I don’t know how long I will stay its vata hour but the sun’s almost […]

“Let Loose”

I absolutely love it when you use your words my heart swells like an expecting wave when you tell me every single thought that comes to mind my mind reels turning each word to light when you take off the armour I want to get comfortable and let my soul spread out.

“Perspective”

someone help you yeah you there I’m sorry to bother but I don’t know who else to ask and I thought that you seems like a helpful sorta person I hope I’m not wrong God I hold I’m not wrong well I guess it’s too late now I’ve already got your attention so I was […]

“Slick”

You are cream cream cream slowly slithering its way back to the top arms spread like smoke swirls like fingers curling You are right here inside me all around me when I reach now you’re there smirking singing summoning.

“Bait”

Come get me I’m waiting for you. When I look at you I linger tongue pressed a bit too hard against the back of my top teeth. I’m as wild as I look. Blue fire dances in the shadows of my eyes waiting for you to flash a light. I’m shy you see. I don’t […]

“Split”

I find myself clinging to the old me the me that I’ve been the me that I was a moment ago picking up old emotions with farmiliar feels and faces. I slip into the established me like a well-worn pair of jeans though now I’ve changed shape and wearing them wearing that old self feels […]

“Growing”

The “I” is changing. Each layer that comes off burns away slowly. Growing Pains. With the lighter in my hand I go back and forth with myself about what I will do knowing that I must set a part of myself free from the hold of the old. Its inevitable. At least thats how it […]

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