Sometimes she speaks
Others...
Don't listen to her
How she doesn't know
What she says
Before...
She thought
They could hear
Her thoughts
filled with speech a-
loud voice
You could tell...
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Sunday, May 28, 2023
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Lip sticks and stones
The way my name sits in your mouth, at least, you want it to. The 'a' hanging an ellipses on the sound waves. The rattling of conso...
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A year ago this May, in fact, upon this same very grey day- something came over me I found could say, in no other way but to portray, ... -
Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So... -
Failure is all the rage these days. I have been practicing, and I understand the rage. Someone said that melancholy is tragedy handled well....