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Under What Influence

Sometimes I think
I would love you more
if I was still drinking.
And then I decipher the code:
I would love you more
if I still loved myself less.

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Welcome

Vaporous hazy fog,
listless light,
permeated by the sound
of early birds.

Gulls cawing,
delivery trucks thumping,
competing as they 
emit their harsh cries.

Singing the tune 
of way wards movement.

Devoid of green,
this place of concrete and plastic
hums in endless reverberation.

As the feral scrounge
and the contented pray,
life echoes on.

An orchestra
emanating from the edge
of the world.

Dispelling the night,
unfurling with the mist,
awakening this city.

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Heartbeat

If six years ago 
had been today
...
would I be 
the survivor or
the accused?
...
in Alabama state
...
technically
the baby had made 
it to eight weeks
...
there had been 
a heartbeat
...
if six years ago 
had been today
...
after my partner
assaulted me and
the placenta detached
from my uterine wall and
my body wouldn’t give up
on the life dying inside it
...
in Alabama state
...
would there be a trial?
...
would I have to prove
...
it wasn’t my fault
...
he came after me
...
it wasn’t something I wanted
...
as he slammed my belly
against the deck
the table
the couch
...
the window ledge
...
if six years ago
had been today
...
would they 
...
take into account
that I screamed 
and I fought
as he didn’t stop
...
believe that I 
did my best as he
pressed and he
pressed
...
in Alabama state
...
would it matter
that three and a half
weeks later when I
went in to hear it
for the first time
...
I left with my own
ripped in two
...
my breasts still full
senses on high
my entire world still built
on there being a
YOU AND I
...
if six years ago
had been today
...
would they intervene
when I try to deny
...
insist I get the procedure
to preserve my own life
...
in Alabama state
...
would I be given
the help
...
the hope
...
to make it to
six years from today?

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Backhand of Meaning

It's blindsiding,
the clarity that context brings.
New eyes seeing
the things I did before knowing
any better.

For a moment
I got a glimpse
at the reasons
& answers
I have been so desparately 
seeking for so long.

Meaning became a taste,
luscious on my tongue,
velvet like ice-cream
& just as long lasting.

Love & hate are truly
intertwined in a knot
so untangle-able.
Because love
is nothing like I thought
it was.

& there's
no greater pain
than being numb…

Sometimes I wonder
if you ever got the chance
to grow tiny little fingers
like the baby book said.
Because your tiny, unformed hands
still hold my heart.

You were my dawn breaking
after the cold dead of night.
Showing me 
love's caress in the light.

You told me the strangest of stories.
And one day, when I meet you,
I will tell them back 
to you again.

I will tell you, 
baby,
that you made me 
understand living.

I know life with you
wouldn't have been easy.
I ache for it every day.

& like my shade
from the harsh beat of the sun, 
you keep me safe.
Reveling in your sacrifice,
I have the strength to stay.

Testing the waters
of what it means to be free;
death is the only ending -
nothing greater can be taken from me.

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Just As Rain

Just as rain 
numbs into nothing
with the passage of time,
after the first drops have fallen
and made their impression,

[What is a little more water,
when you're already wet?]

my heart stopped jumping
at each chronological backfire
of my mind
and simply beats twice;
once for each moment
gone missing.

[But then, when 
- and if - 
am I living?]

Just as droplets 
gradually become puddles,
that fall into streams
and pour into lakes,
we assume
the sustenance to keep noticing
the retrospection which falls
from the hazy grey veils
congregated in the sky.

[And we finally get the chance
to love
what was once before our eyes.]

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Moment

I used to live
greedily 

for the moment.

There was nothing more
than the moment.

A tumultuous spiral;

moment,
after broken moment.

My kaleidoscope dance 
through life;
clinging 

to the moment.

Now I look back
desperate;

wishing I could 
somehow remember

how to fit 
the puzzle pieces 
back together.

Left with nothing more

than this moment.

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Metamorphosis

Liquid fire through the veins;
cold sweat 
drips down to sensations unnamed.
Who is this girl?
I am looking at my own face.

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Forever Girl

There is a world; full of boys becoming men.
Where barren women give it all for life, for children.
Living ghosts cry out to the half hearted moon,
as werewolves run from voices out of tune.
Give me sugary sweet, and watch as I cry.
For my love is only born to let die.
Bright eyed girl lays empty, left yearning for more.
Forever remembered solely as his 12 o’clock whore.
Fall helpless to dreams in a world full of now.
Like an arrow the heart of the gold digging cow.
A vampire stalks, surviving on a world full of fear.
Sallow clowns stumble laughing with breath smelling of beer.
Playing games everyone is meant to lose,
she gives him her all. Scared to refuse.
Run teary eyed upon clouds of lead rain.
Only those truly sheltered can forget all the pain.
So give me sugary sweet, and watch as I cry.
For my love is only born to let die.

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The Leaving

Smooth,
yet flawed.
Tiny tears upon a mesmerizing palette;
like miniature beads
sewn together by an experienced hand
caressing its surface
the perfection unreal.

Yet time goes on
aging perfection.
Pushing the breaking point
guiding the cracks 
between inseparable friends.
Heeding.
Until

only disaster awaits.
Colours fade from green to gold
as the staunch winter beckons,
its icy grip 
intent on separating what was once combined
simply to create
some semiprecious whole.

As calmly as if everyday
one pines for forgiveness.
Intelligence in its simplicity;
I wait as we part,
drifting away like friends overseas.
The starchy, crisp leaf,
leaving its tree.

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Sweet Dreams

Broken neck on my kitchen floor, 
choking for breath. 
Living body, dead eyes.

Couldn’t heal his misery, 
couldn’t take him from it.

Held his light in my palm as it flickered, 
whispered sweet dreams.

Breathless lullabies and sorries.

Nature’s a bit*h, 
but she doesn’t have to be that hard.

Kept his heart 
as his soul moved on.

Hesitant to dig. 
What to do.

My hands will come clean; 
he has no more chances.

Untimely, 
unfortunate:
life.