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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This sound will haunt me….

  The sound of flesh Ripped apart, leaving Jagged edges, the loudness Of the echo in the vacuum Left by two hearts Untangling. I stumbled into an invention As I watched my shadow shrink In inverse proportion to my Growing grief: Pain is a local Anesthetic. It numbed me, as I watched my chest Being […]

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Sadness is a noun

Sadness is a door that opens Into nothingness; a noun, a state Of being. It exists in the absence of Joy. It is a room Full of lights with the switch turned off. Sometimes, the descent into darkness Is a jarring moment of sudden realization With silence so loud, it blinds. The memory Of pain […]

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