She runs the rhymes; runs them smooth
From the crest of her fingertips
She lets them slip; slip without a thought
Onto a page she’ll eventually rip
...
You've had enough of autumns bleeding
you're more than ready for winters breathing
but remember to remember
that every crunch beneath your shoe
...
Do you know we lock our hearts
tightly in our minds?
That they're the ones that pay the price
of all we leave behind
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Turning pages; pigeon wings
Pencils scratch paper like halting trains
Pens click painfully: anxiously
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Blue powder yields anxiety;
twitching eyebrows;
pinch yourself into raisins;
pretty doesn’t matter here;
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I am elastic.
Snap them,
Make them sting; the doctors with spider webs crinkled at the edge of their eyes
Ghostly in white coats; they will ignite on these linoleum floors.
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Here, the door is locked,
It clicks like buckling your helmet;
Switch the gears;
Push the pedals;
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Scraps of years in a place where you echo
off every sterile wall, seething in
your silence until all you can hear is
the boxes and boxes of words you stored
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