Heath Harrington

My tears well up, blinding me,
then fall thick upon the cardboard.
The box is flecked wet.
It is the last, it's over. The tape screams out
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Cold stone bricks,
A Castle of thought,
Holding feelings of myself
A cold starving prisoner.
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The gods shed those saline tears
wash my wounds and rinse away fears.
thunderbolts rip through my chest
destroying my heart and all the rest,
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I'm hanging on
the hope of our reunion
always positive in my mind
lucid daydreams of your luscious lips
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Ella you are the one flower in the garden of my life
that stands out. The slender green leaves sway
in the breeze, as the dew drops catch the dawns light,
they sparkle like Christmas lights. A butterfly flutters
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I am in a cell without windows,
lined with black feathered walls.

Alone
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Oh Mary, where do I start?
How can I say what I feel?
I can try to illustrate, love
At first conception, like the
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gray walls with no pictures for fear of outside thoughts.
Stand here please!
yellow tape strips the floor and takes my will with it: follow.
What's your purpose here?
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Once I was sailing the bright and shiny sea
Navigating by the lighthouse called the honeybee
even in the thickest fog her light would show the way
I trusted in my heart she would not lead astray.
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On A sweltering August night
with mother Moon as our light
I wished on a shooting star
somewhere above where we are
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Do you hear the voices?
I do.
They echo from concrete walls.
Where are they from?
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Miller Genuine Draft slides down
Our throats and refreshes the leather
parchment known as a tongue.
My Neighbor and I talk like
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If only when I hold you
my heart were visible
the flame flickering and flaring.
when we first touched
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I'm a shattered reflection of what I used to be,
A simple shard of mirrored glass,
because a moment in time changed me.
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Among the grasses, weeds, and trees a new green sprout
Grows. She is mocked by the crowding grass for being
Ordinary. Just like all the other green shoots and sprigs
Of the field, green and slender, but she keeps growing,
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I remember the day you left me,
the sweet smell of first bloomed tulps
filled the air and moist droplets of dew
slid down each of my toes. I carried you
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I remember that first night.
enchanted.
full September moon
blanketing us in silver gossamer light
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