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FROZEN SOUVENIRS  (( Collaboration * Nette OnClaud ))


by~ NETTE ONLAUD

frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak
slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast 
aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven.

at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone,
dimly broiled by smells of yesterday gone
stale, drooping limbs to vaguely unbecoming souvenirs.

no longer wrestling fires but lighting them,
hope drained from flesh that craved for expired lotion
crush-boned dreams mocked her unbecoming senses.

she backed off tears that asked how this all happened,
plunging into her heart’s junkyard searching for answers
from wounds buried in near burial of an unbecoming night…


by~ POET D.

Gently she is weaving in and out of her own bed near the sea ledge,  
faith will be drawn in the sand near the watery shores 
broken down heartsick sea walls of loneliness will triumph 

yet another frozen sad mood, a shadow that feels like it will last forever,
only to rest upon her own will of over flown solitude lids
her eyes are still like fireflies throughout the ebony in the dark night sky

The lengthy halls carry echoes in which silence the memorized souvenirs
dusk announcing the end of another frozen day; 
there she sits in an incubator waiting to hear her name in the wind

A deeper, more intense treasure she found in her own reflections 
with an open mind she is in mourn in hopes that these feelings don't last long — 
a few hours or maybe a day or two she will bliss it all away



A Collaboration with *NETTE ONCLAUD

~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~

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