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My Bird

Blue-bird, black-bird, my Bird, nesting in gossamer dreams. She preens her iridescent  wings, down to her soft, dark downy. She is a…

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Listening

Wherein lies the motive? Wherein lies the gain? Because your flesh is restive, And your spirit is in pain? You can’t…

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How We Wear Anxiety​

He wears his anxiety like an outdated polyester shirt, tight and two sizes too small, riding up when he sits down, full of snags and static cling.

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Hatred

Fury coursed his veins, swelling… pulsing, pumping… Demons of rage dug into him making him bleed contempt. Resentment unyieldingly and…

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The Hand of Hypnos

Dawn crept up and covered her with dewy kisses. Hypnos caressed her pale and perfect skin, Brushing star-dust from her…

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​Bleeding Through Her Kisses

She could see it in his eyes, he was wounded, Wounds she could not reach to dress. His soul bled…

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Aspergers

My daughter has high functioning autism. Aspergers to be exact. Every day she is tortured by the possibility of overload,…

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Her Sacrifice

He laid there on the smooth cool marble A mortal sacrifice to her desire. Her fingers… whispered their intentions On…

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She Was Mercy

A shadow of himself, nothing more… Left wrecked and ravaged by doubt. Gargoyles of suspicion scaled his spine, Leaving shards…

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The Abyss

She sat perched on the edge of the abyss. She cried out but no one would hear her. How she…

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The Traveler

He tipped his head back and saw brilliance en masse, Black velvet and diamonds. It made him feel so insignificant…

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RUKH

Darkness swallows the sun draping his capes of iciness Over the earth. In the light of a harvest moon The…

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Inked

He inked her jet lines and shadow to contain what was meaningful. He stained her crimson for love… desire… and…

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Madness

He was all static and noise Complicated by moments of absolute clarity. Somewhere between what he thought and what he…

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His Affair

Words collected on her nightstand like bones in a graveyard, Waiting for a more suitable time to reassemble themselves into…

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Sunset

Night’s nimble fingers drag the sun over the horizon Like a predator hoarding its prey out of sight. The sun,…