Bianca Fiechter

Cool crisp unmowed
Emerald green grass
Too sharp to tickle
Too soft to itch.
...

Feeling invisible,
I take a deep breath,
Puff out my chest,
And ego.
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Upon awakening I crave you.
Forgoing all others,
I am drawn.
I curse the night
...

Of deception it was born.
Bred from the coupling of
Betrayal and blind faith.
Stillborn, wearing the unmistakable
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I want to believe,
Really.
But,
There's this little monster,
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I hear your voice
While I know you are so far,
For a tiny moment ... I am where you are
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The seventh of May
The sky is rippled
Potato chip clouds.
Proud soldiers marching
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Just a quick glance over my shoulder,
I can't look too long at it.
There comes that sinking feeling in my gut,
The clutching galloping in my chest,
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You are there,
I know it,
I feel you,
Sense you
...

O2 whirlpools in
(maybe once a breath you left)
Invisible tour bus in my brain
Rolling bumping through my lungs
...