beneath her, the soil sings

trapped, like a sailor marooned, caught between the struggle for supremacy between myometrial contractions and the hard craggy protuberances of a platypelloid pelvis, this stillborn, fresh and warm, returns; to spaces in between neurons where happiness is stored in vesicles inhibited by GABA; to nights of insomnia and illusions; amyloid plaques reminiscent of egyptian plagues […]

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Eight days on…

the silence stretches, hours have turned to days. dreamscapes doting skylines slowly crystallizes. clarity cracks loudly. trickling tears trail truth reiterated. reality – soft snow showers – becomes a blizzard breaking bodies broken by love’s loss.

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When death looks a lot like sleep

sometimes dreams die. i hold it in my arms feel the thready heart beats slowing; feel my heart beat cease. what do you do with a dead dream? how do you bury with your hands what they have wrapped around protectively? how do you say goodbye, before you’ve had the chance to say hello? today […]

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