Emily Buckley Poems

stillness
and the moon hung high is all I remember
wait
thick air and melon scented candles
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roll like thunder out of my head
cause I can't take this anymore
I find your overbearing spirit kind of dead
you choke me
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That girl.
A broken capsule by time. Let's rewind.
Neglect. She hides it well, a deep tattoo engraved on her chest.
Her web, untangled, is no use to catch nurturing love.
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