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Will you always love me?
Will you always love me? With cliff edges at my fingertips, tigers at my heels, and thunder in my chest? When ghosts cling to my back while I flavor dinner with my weeping? When I come home hissing like a glass-breaker? When I’m sighing, sinking into sofa cushions, and I have no strength to pull…
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Prompt: Clandestine
To the royal gardens, the Empress of the East retreats. Heart torn by the Emperor, and his mistress. The Empress, hair claret as rubies, waters her scarlet roses with her sorrow. A clandestine letter from the unmarried King of the West. Tied with carmine ribbon — a proposal. Lovers from rival realms. On horseback, the…
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Prompt: Dream
A freshly baked blueberry pie rested on his doorstep. What floundering tippler misplaced this pastry at first light? He jested, perhaps it was left with intention — sans-poison. Crafted with affection? Hah! Nothing, but a dream, he gleaned. No lady could ever love a beast as frightening as he. A feminine squeak. She unceremoniously toppled…
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Prompt: Heart
Plouton’s realm is guarded, as is his heart. A perished land, the unseen one presides Goddess of Spring offers her loving warmth Hark thee, King, she sings, your dread Queen has arrived! I, Persephone, will be yours — ichor and soul, flesh and bones. My undying devotion, I hope to depart with one hundred roses.…
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Scissors
When you cut me from your life, did you use scissors? Did you cut carefully like I was a curving, challenging, stencil? Occasionally I feel like a frayed ghost limb from a thoughtless tear. Maybe I was creased first before you casually pulled me …
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Untitled
Like tryna’ to catch water. Could never win, no matter how much I fought her. A pointless carousel, I watched it dissolve. Those revolving doors, couldn’t take it anymore, as they took us round and round, and I wound up a deserter. Couldn’t pretend, couldn’t float on the deep end, felt like an accessory to…
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A Country
Somewhere in me, a country rises, of cobble-stoned roads, street lamps like raised eyes, 3 panel windows on brick, of blown glass, wind chimes, and freshly baked bread. Somewhere where it’s winter. Somewhere I only find when I’m taken from everything else. A man I don’t know, but is the type only I could ever…
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Wurzelbrot
I like me a man with a bit o’ boyish charm who smiles from his cheek has Andes chocolate mints on his huff and a scolding as hot as firebrand arms that can gently swing a heavy jackhammer a name with rolling R’s and lulling L’s who’s baritone can ace the Richter scale a hide…
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