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five
five. it'll be over in five seconds, like a bandaid. five minutes, down the elevator and out the door into the rain. five days, the nightmares come with sleepless nights. five months, and the anger and pain starts to fade. five years, all that's left is a shadow of what it used to feel like the starry nights and warm embraces have dissipated into a grey conglomerate of scars and walls
forth
go forth towards the sun. into the white froth of the dirty stone fountain and into the warmth of the morning. it's a new beginning for us, and it's beautiful.
laughter
i'm holding fast to his lanky arm. the cold slams us fills us as i throw my head back; i gasp, tears in my eyes im just trying to understand where we stand, whether im happy or sad. is it over, are we beginning again? i'm trying to just inhale.
combination
im a combination a compilation of numbers and words of images, music, memories, saturday afternoons and uncomfortable moments.
epiphany
pinch me, i'm dreaming
riots
like a jigsaw mashed into an incongruous space, smushed at the sides, forced into place. i'm wrong, grotesque. i'm lonely, i'm angry i want to scream, but i'm not sure what i want to fight, but i'm not sure who.
still
still on the docks. close, together huddled in the midnight trying to keep each other warm while the wind runs tracks across our faces and the water slaps our frozen toes
artistry
they flowed like color from her fingers, smooth and long, they came out in strands her artistry crisp with consonants and round with vowels.
shepherd
she led them through fields: cold and dark, sharp green blades brushed against her ankles. they were untouched by the colors of the morning.