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Into the Rain

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Sweet poison, Trickles down- I suck it out And convulse Electrifying I’m a seer Able to see Magical lands Balance Between dark and light The poison seeps out Perspiration Words course through My mind Thoughts Disturb me Remind me of something In the tangible world I’ve tried to forget My body cold now I rise I’d cry if I could But I laugh Hysterically My angel was right Life’s a joke

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God loved the two girls at the end of my street. Everywhere they went, they went together, hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost, laughing at everything and nothing all at once. He was so proud of them. They never stole, they never swore, they brushed their teeth twice a day and always said their prayers. It was a gift, said the townspeople, that two girls as perfect as they were were born in the same place. an even greater gift, said they, that those two were the best of friends. Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors was a good thing, back then. One day, halfway between their houses and in the middle of th

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Blood Stained Glass

Pools of blood are on the floor Painting shards of broken glass. Yet we step upon them still As we talk about the past. Each time we put our foot down, The stained mosaic cracks. Can’t you see it doesn’t change Who broke it in the past? The glass opaqued with gore Will reflect iconoclasts As will the scarlet sheen. They will not reflect the past. The bones and glass inside your feet Squeal and click and crack. Your wince is louder than your voice So why talk about the past? Sweet merlot drips from our toes. Our soles are skinned and slashed. How much letting must we do To heal from the past? One day perhaps we’ll drown.

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after the party.

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Rose and Iris

They loved their garden; Mother and Daughter would spend Hours in the sun. Behind their house was Green dotted with red, yellow, Pink and countless more. Mother loved roses; Daughter preferred irises. They planted with care. They watched the sun rise While blowing dandelions, And mimicked at dusk. Their birdbaths brought in Winged visitors who were Greeted with bird seed. All meals were eaten On a polka-dot blanket; Nothing but home-cooked. Catching butterflies, Looking for funny-shaped clouds, Climbing the oak tree. They ran, danced and sang, Never tiring of their Love for each other. Daughter did not think That her

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