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The Last Five Senses '1

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By~Krish

I opened my eyes 
and the air was a still lake
that would no longer ripple for me.
My breath was a whisper,
a moth beating tired wings
against the glass of existence.

...

rain

...

Rain
falling
while sun shines.
Garden  . . .  glistens
with fragile raindrops pooling and dripping....

The Rapture of Rot

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Written: August 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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In the slipshod cradle beneath the apple tree,  
a bruised fruit folds ajar—  
molten...

Wet Stars

...Rain whispered its breath into the streets,
lamplight pooling in shallow gold.

From far off—the quick, sharp beat of her heels,
a rhythm like promises breaking.
Or maybe like promises keeping.
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Feeder Lake

...Feeder Lake

There Is A Lake
Reserved For Silence.

And Nothing Left
   To Lose...

Where A Sky Blue
 Framing Border
   Re-Flects  
 Every Shiver 
   Stippled On
A Softened Shore...

T...

Nameless Blood

...Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet
But not from my eyes you gouged out 
Or from the tongue you cut off 
Nor my eyes you left to listen 
And not my insides where it crawls.

Unkown makes ...

In Stars Above

...
A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower.
We stand together,
rooftop of a white concrete building.
Higher than clouds, further than moon—
she looks down, my eyes follow.
Our gazes collide when...

Red Sky

...

Clouds flaunt the day’s sunrise and sunset 
flooding the sky with a vast sea of flaming passion
As a dramatic array of sun’s long vibrant dress
billows out, pooling at horizon’s wide floor
Bi...

To a future Lover

...I am watching 3 inches off of the floor,
The man outside waits at my door
I know the screams from within the box 
Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks
But I know you can hold your tongue ...

Of Loves, Once Borne

...She was weaving a silken tapestry with long silver threads 
and golden memories from her life that hadn't yet faded
Drizzles of sorrow fell with every loving stitch taken
until the sto...

Midnight Gloss

...The city exhales steam like a tired beast,
its breath pooling in alleyways
where no one walks anymore.

Cold, wet cobblestones gleam
like the backs of forgotten coins,
each one holding a secret...

Light Box

...Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting 

Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules  

pooling at the bottom of my 

Skull 

Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly 

against thin nylon ...

I Met You

...I 

don't 

remember

the first time

You

met

me

I wonder to what degree that upsets you

I can't recall 

The first time you called,
Though I've been told you phone in often.
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Within Without

...Day and night
Over my years
I watch
This full owl body carved from the light
Of wood
With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes 

Held in swooping flight
At an angle
On a string
From...

The Milling of Mind

...Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderou...

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