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Thin, Pallid Skin

A cold stone weighed down his chest. With rattling, trembling lungs He whimpered out his last few breaths. Through his thin, pallid skin a heart beat slow. Each thump shattered the earthbound rock. His soul wrenched itself from its chains, … Continue reading

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To Vivid Night

She woke up to a single glowing sun.The tightened bounds of sleep became undone.Her steps that fell towards the Earth were young.The dew of life so sweet on her dry tongue.She stumbled into something like a walk,To write a name … Continue reading

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Cherry Blossom Railway

Rusted lines, crooked spines and petals in the stones. Stormy skies are rattling like the trembling in your bones, And with the curving iron and the rotting, sodden wood, Comes a coffin feeling of a world misunderstood. Static in the … Continue reading

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Suspended in Stone

When I came back, the pictures had slid down the walls. The sunlight that slipped through the slats in the blinds seemed more thin. My memories hanging like cobwebs off lampshades were worn. I felt them surround me and slowly … Continue reading

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Tissue Paper Flowers

Resigned myself to making little tissue paper flowers, Pretty roses made of dreams that waste away on rainy days, Pink carnations, petals dripping with the inky drops of tears, Soaked with softly pastel smudges in a chilling moonlight glaze. They’re … Continue reading

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The Platform

Screeching, shrill nostalgia, sounds its arrival. The cogs of the groaning world begin to slow. Chattering, spattering sparks dive off the rails Into the rotten, crumbled debris below. I tumble like a child in a dusty wind. Overcoats and handbags … Continue reading

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What Was Left

I never saw once the soft tint of her eyes. She could barely hold up what was left. Stark and gracelessly bereft. Her perfectly formed life of skies. Drips of drops fell off petals gold. Thin and misted flowers in … Continue reading

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