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fields
a burst of green, i don't know what it is but i know it will survive unscathed. i hope anyway, this bright expanse of nothing, this vast land of whistling grass. while the rest of us are squandered by the burning sun, the serenity of this plain preserved forever.
safeguard
there's a difference between safe and careful. one is to protect others. the other, the self. i lie between the first. you, the second. you selfless eye you. you lover of truth, you savior of sacrament. how i long to live in your shadow.
pine
you pine for the seasons just like you pine for the wind, the way it sinks into your skin heavy like musk. pine is like elm soft and quiet, hazy. close your eyes and encircle the trunk of the tree, like a memory, like a daydream that never ends. a slick november, the fingertip of the rings.
armor
there were words and there were knives under the silhouette of the sunlight chiseled into bone. i saw the man with the chainsaw, cutting through the edge of the mirror, and when he slipped the cliff of metal caught on my throat and cut, jagged.
falcon
funneling life through its beak, the falcon symbolizes the death of a victim, and takes whatever it can. between the vertices of 0's and 1's it disintegrates the victim, vaporizing it into thin, thin air.
falcon
The claws dug into the earth of his skull. As he scrambled for release, he felt the talons sear into his forehead, digging out his identity and sighing release.
loss
One day, Memories will fade. Those storm eyes will blur Streaks of white, black, and grey The grey I used to know. Soft, golden laughs will Drift recklessly into the dying wind. And you'll just be Another lost soul.
palette
A bare canvas, A spotless palette, A dainty brush waits.
gown
In the basement: Faded ivory gown. Tear-stained.
return
I was shocked. I was confused. I was angry. "I'll return." He had said, his famous smile etched onto his face, the one where his eyes crinkle in the perfect places. Even then, even then he knew, he felt, that wasn't true. When he reached for the door, he was fighting back tears. And why do I know all of this? Because I felt it too
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