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Youth

Darkness
That’s all my closed eyes could see while my lips were being captured by an awkward preteen boy. 
My bruised lips from nervous biting matched perfectly with his smooth ones. This moment. 
Of vulnerability and shyness was his and his only to see. 
How new it felt, but not long lasting. 
After all, we were just young middle schoolers wanting to get a taste of something sacred and refreshing. 
Like fine wine, made only for the best and yearned by the curious ones.

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The Girl Who Could See Stars

I never knew of peace until I saw the night sky.	 
The colors of the universe bathed in Japanese violet and Prussian Blue swirling into a painting so magnificent that Vincent Van Gogh couldn’t make one better than this. 
The millions of unique snowflakes falling into the earth, covering it with a frozen kiss that would leave you feeling a different kind of love. 
It may have been a few minutes of looking up into the sky but it felt like hours, years. 
Shaking the very core within me that made me choke on my breath, causing my lungs to desperately need something like I have been all my life.
And never have I looked away. 	
Afraid that if I did, I would never feel this way again
And would have to live my days in somber till I am old and bitter
Never breaking a smile or humming a tune 
Always reminding myself that if I didn’t look away then I could have been granted a wish.
A wish to live with the stars, sleep by the moon and to weep with the angels.
Instead of being an old tale told among the children, but to have my gravestone engraved with,” The girl who could see stars.” 






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Of the Women

Pray or prey, which one was she needing?
Was it a life of a Sister?Not like one with siblings.
But of the women who had a cloak like material draped over their heads. 
Holy particles falling off their blinking halo. 
Causing their throats to react to the dust like sin of their former sisters who swore to remain united to the father, son and holy ghost.
But willingly had their pureness ripped apart and stuffed into the beaks of screeching crows whose bellies ripe and filled with the flesh of the once clean. 
A child born from sin and foolish youth, tossed away to another orphanage, another Sister. 
Pools of tears fell from the eyes of the statue of Virgin Mary who wept for the cursed boy.
But his screams and cries were much louder, while “Anosis” was branded and carved on the flesh on his back. 
Meaning Unholy, a name given by his mother before she was dragged out of her home, yelling curses to the people who threw stones at her.Words that should have never come out of a nun's mouth, did. 
Her cries of help were heard but never answered. 
Even when they were a whisper, then no more. 
Blood soaking the dirt beneath her, creating a painting so glorious. 
That when she took her last breath, she was then holy again. 

10/17/16 
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