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Aurora’s Promise [confessions in the dark]

Untie these wrists so as to let, willing fingers dance circles on skin. Or else bind tighter until gentle intentions draw life from healed scars. Weave convoluted bias from these words, construct the...

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the elocution of breaking

the elocution of breaking [a timeline] The ambiance of solitude radiate idle absence. Proclamations of- so much emotion so little space. Tired connection, frayed wires and broken synapses careful...

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intro/outro

intro/outro [means to an end] Hello conscious, sensual and blessed practiced in guile. Nice to meet you, intellect. I am judgement- alias: intrigue. Amalgam initiated. Lingual melange internalized...

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in my silence

I wake next to the unsaid words, like my favorite aborted children preserved lovingly in formaldehyde. Their tiny jars tucked nicely beside me, I rouse them with a kiss. Good morning my darlings let me...

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my sunday best [verbal ensemble]

Words spilled to coat the day, or maybe I’ll just wear them like a new outfit, I’ll write them down to get dressed. My analogies and imagery, like a polka dot shirt and a plaid scarf, worn with...

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dissonant

I hear you listening. Shh. can’t be but whispers now… Hear them ring lovely my wind chime cries- here lies my child’s eye.

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ex—hale

I think perhaps… it may be a good idea to breathe. Never can you hold tightly to your life until you’ve felt the slip… It looks like you could use a bit of both. In the fade comes the light and...

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today’s obscurities

Today I am: the silk strands between broken halves of lotus root sonoluminescence to the rhythm of hard bass and a soft hat hazy coffee colored skies with a milky sun spot the dancing twin in an...

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resolve simply

I’ll throw antidotes at the sun and I will lay beneath, hypaethral. I will swallow the mutated light viruses and feel my cells singe in the most delicate of deaths. Pages torn to pieces and thrown...

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Excuses for silence

It’s becoming more and more difficult to find my way back here. Attempting to recall my old email addresses and passwords become the equivalent of being lost in a once familiar forest.   Here I am, and...

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