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Spun across lakes of ebony,
midnight stars reflect visions of scathing icicles
caught in the flimsy silk of cobweb dreams draping
from the lanterns of her deepest desires.
And she slips in and out of grace.
Stumbling out of the fire,
she tentatively ballroom dances with frosty ghosts
in time to a requiem of refuge composed by broken reveries.
And the music of creaking wooden floors croon poems of
winter kisses against scars etched into charred flesh.
And then she falls.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
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snowglobe
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass
that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor
we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow
the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards
but the trees stood by
evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic
we painted shut the door
with smi
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I love the imagery here--so dark and delicate in the first part and sharp and cold in the second.
And the little add-ons in italics--totally something I would do. Well done, dear.
And the little add-ons in italics--totally something I would do. Well done, dear.