Lost in the woods
I was thirsty
in mad search
for water, shelter.
...
Surpass the fading, the nonchalance
I feel the sturdy bells resign
To the pragmatic darkness
As it’s veiled with momentary doubt
...
Stains of his previous pledge
Drip from the dagger
That he has offered you
Wash your hands, poor girl
...
Take yourself away any day,
Away into the dissolving floors
With a gentle call to the seas
In its blanket of lovely sleep
...
Maybe I was chasing
a day-dream
to realize things
for how they really were.
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Little girls and little boys, be wise
stick to your baby food, toys and be nice
for once you grow up
and hear stories of love
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Cold sweat
pricks at
my begging nape.
The beauty in your soul
...
there’s a man by the lake
he points to where I should go
I refuse to consider
for my mind’s buried
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Borrowed time
seemed as significant
as perfume sprayed
on the palm of my hand.
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