Gloria Valencourt

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My heart is a bomb.
I’m ticking away at life, soon to detonate in his hands.
Down with the damages,
the spectacle, this is divine destruction.
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September sings a sonnet
To a May Queen in a Forest
She's fallen from her kingdom
Raped in perfect season
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There's no other phrase to describe her.
You say it fits her perfectly.
You called her Sunlight Incarnate
But where does that leave me?
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Run Away

My heart is a bomb.
I’m ticking away at life, soon to detonate in his hands.
Down with the damages,
the spectacle, this is divine destruction.
I ran away from God tonight,
set my feet towards the epic journey that awaits me.
They’re looking for me.
They won’t be able to find me for the planks in their eyes.
Planks forming a cross of crucifixion,
blinding the sheep with a deep darkness veiled in all-consuming light.
I’ve brushed the planks from my eyes,
I’ve kicked over the burning lamp to set my way on fire.
The word is futile. I refuse the fruit,
I carry on now without the veil of protection and without the flock.

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