something like terror
mirrored in eyes meeting grief
brief in divorce room
.
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something like terror
mirrored in eyes meeting grief
brief in divorce room
.
haiku
ragged laughter ripped
from lubricated throats, men
form late-night dog-packs
.
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close da curtains, love
ain’t lettin’ ‘im back in
love comes thru da cracks
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like grass pushing through
concrete
fears
poke through
so i
brew tea from them too
.
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in the aftermath,
i pat myself and ask, am
i okay ? am i ?
.
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what’s the word for scared ?
of intimacy ? something ?
prevents hand-holding
.
haïku
the yellow lights shone
through darkness’ bones and flesh
flashing oily death
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they charge you quite a
lot to travel out of hell
still …. get the fuck out!
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my back seems boned of you
your spiny words embedded
dread saw me as jelly
.
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my ancient brain hunts
for danger ( still ~ in stillness )
there’s inner power
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