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(in, out, breathe)
she does.
closes her eyes and
stretches up on the tips of her toes
as if she can rise to green-pointed tips of the earth.
he smiles as he laces her fingers between his
closes his eyes and
breathes in the musky nighttime forest cologne
that colors the air around them.
(in, out, breathe)
they are between pines and lost to the world
belonging only to each other
and the scent of new earth.

» Posted By feather On 10.09.2013 @ 1:24 am


your voice
(the smell of freshly baked cookies)
the sheets curling around our entwined ankles
(breeze blowing in through the open windows)
your hand brushing my cheek,
your lips against mine,
the smell of your shampoo on a sunday afternoon

» Posted By feather On 05.30.2011 @ 5:58 pm


I feel run ragged. I am too old for my sixteen years, just as he was too young to become a wax face looking out from a casket. I am burnt out and sad and far too cynical and bitter to do good things, anymore. I just can’t do good things anymore.

» Posted By Feather On 01.10.2011 @ 6:30 pm


i had to drink the elxir to survive. the king drunk the

» Posted By Feather On 11.03.2010 @ 10:03 am


fangs are sharp. fangs belong to vampires, fangs are cool. fangs are long. fangs can bite hard.

» Posted By Feather On 11.01.2010 @ 9:51 am


i love the sea shore. she thought the sea shore was pretty. the

» Posted By Feather On 10.26.2010 @ 10:28 am

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