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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
my feet are weighted with anchors. hanging off of edge of the cliff and I am ready. tangerine skies, honey kisses, rough and passionate, holding me closer, drinking me in, I can smell what you had for breakfast, tea, strawberries, maple syrup, sticky sweet love, bodies dripping in sweat, avalanches, catastrophe, I can feel my future in the way your hands touch my shoulders, the way you twist and writhe and try to let me go, your voice singing with abhorrence, your hand slipping from mine, I sense your thoughts of guilt and it seems like you do not care, hanging here, holding on with two fingers, one finger, and you let me go, and there is darkness.