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Emery Xx Poem
May 29th is on a different planet
On this planet, my eyes are open and I'm breathing in time with the coastal tides that pull the sea grass,
rustling like black market money exchanging hands
On this planet, everything is gray,
and it's cold like fresh sheets in August back on earth
Nothing is sticky, and sand is shaping new footprints for us as we move, shifting with our slightest murmurs of muscle
On this planet, nobody speaks because the air is fragile like glass and could shatter at any moment
The only sounds are those of the sea grass and the sand and the ocean grabbing for the beach
On this planet, nobody dares feeling anything but shortsighted empty, because empty is easy and empty is soft and empty is perfect for echoing silence
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Emery Xx Poem
the midnight air was cold
as she dangled her hand out the window
the wind, rain, the road all beating
louder, and louder
leading up to a crescendo
then silence
all grey-
moon, pavement, skin
Copyright © Emery Xx | Year Posted 2015
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it’s 3:36 am and you’re awake
praying in silence to the woman lying next to you, tucked in your sheets
to give you meaning
to fill your empty skin with something reckless
to make it easy
you’re breathing is out of sync with hers
two disjointed strangers falling in and out of love so quickly, you could’ve sworn it never happened
you stay silent
because the air is so fragile, if you tell her you want her to know you, it will surely shatter
Copyright © Emery Xx | Year Posted 2015
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