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What should become of them?
All these fragile white fallen things.
While matted feathers stick to the dew,
of bright morning blades of grass.
Their gaping mouths talk to the depths,
screaming insecurities into his ears.
Sharpened hands close tight around mine,
begging for sympathetic fingertips.
As soft warm eyes squirm in their skulls,
oozing liquid vivid onto tiny faces.
Should I pick them up before they die,
then throw them back into the air?
Though what goes up, must come down,
so maybe then, their better off on the ground.
Comfort in the Swell
I think I discovered the world in his vibrant blue eyes.
The simple bat of an eyelash sends ocean waves crashing down over my frail body, stealing my breath away in the freezing salt water.
His soft and callused fingers push roughly into my hips as if trying to peel away the flesh to see the truths that hide beneath my bones.
My body surrenders under the subtle shivers of his as flawless lips devour my vanilla neck with reckless abandon.
Strong arms pull me into his chest and I slip past the long red scar into his swollen heart.
There I can finally, comfortably dissolve with each beat taking me down, holding me up, and blowing me away.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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