It was all dark.
My mind was bleak and foggy,
tangled in cobwebs,
caked with years of undisturbed dust.
An apparition of my former self
glaring in the mirror.
Who was she?
I forgot.
Bigger than this.
Happier than this.
But I forgot.
She was worthy and pretty
despite it all.
Then, a spider crawled inside her ear.
Year after year, it spun its home,
each new entanglement
dulling her spark.
Pulling out the webs,
thick and gross,
sticking to my fingers,
clarity returns,
and the fog slowly ends.
But then again,
is there ever really clarity?
Or are all brains simply balls of webs?
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luces
Where light shines.
posts
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Sculpture
. Words are chiselsCarve me downDull as spoons‘til flung with forceThen,they roughly gouge .Oh, carve me!Carve me!Knickand formand scar me!Whittle my bones‘till I match your dream!Shave my flaws‘till I’m dust in the breeze! .
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New Year’s Eve
Tonight, I seeI’m still stuck in that New Year’s Eve. Two bottles of redand a whole box of chocolate,all because you left. As the ball dropped,I danced with my glass,dim lights from the kitchenlighting my path. Spinning like the confettithat fell on the screen,I twirled with my soul and fell in love with me. 1/1/2020
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Heat Transfers
I warmed up to you. Like my hours-old coffee sitting in the suntrickling onto the dining table, I warmed up to you. To your affection.To your love. But as I grew hot, and my frigid heart thawed,you grew cold. Heat transfers, no?
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Inspector Oleus Dupree and the Missing Ira Hoyt
Wheeeeeeeew… .The whipping wind viciously howled, its dagger-like nails scraping hard across the thin, slate roof in a frantic attempt to claw the whole place open. Another frightful storm closing yet another unseasonable day… May was typically a euphoric reverie of brilliant, blooming flowers that drew even the most tired, hibernating homebodies out for refreshing,…
