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Fog swallows the corn,
an unlit farmhouse eaten;
stars shine scarce
in the dark heather sky,
inconsequential fires.
Dim lamps guide the road,
but each creates
a separate jaundiced clarity:
sight and blindness passing
in fewer frames per second,
confused Vaudeville captures.
Your eyes look blue tonight
when I can see them;
shadows fill your mouth and
fine lines.
an unlit farmhouse eaten;
stars shine scarce
in the dark heather sky,
inconsequential fires.
Dim lamps guide the road,
but each creates
a separate jaundiced clarity:
sight and blindness passing
in fewer frames per second,
confused Vaudeville captures.
Your eyes look blue tonight
when I can see them;
shadows fill your mouth and
fine lines.
Literature
and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
Literature
Sacrifices
"It's good to hear your voice, Juliana."
"Feeling isn't quite mutual."
I could feel him shift uncomfortably, but he didn't face me. My shadow loomed over him as I walked towards the dresser. I was glad I had hacked into the sensors and lights before even coming inside. He wouldn't have wanted to see my face, or what was left of it.
"He looks nice in this vid, if a bit scruffy," I paused as the soft hum of the electronics inside the vid-frame lit up the screen, playing a video of Richard and his husband someplace warm.
"You both look happy," it felt heavy in my hand as I turned it over, "Recent?"
"Uh, yeah? Month or so ago?" his voice tra
Literature
Chronicles: Apathy
Again, upended--suspended,
Seeking resurgence unresisting,
Instead barrier and blockade.
Five months and fourteen nights,
The only yield an indifferent frost.
The landscape, transfigured:
A dismembered ecosystem
Of mud-turned-brick,
Flowers withered corpses in their casket-beds,
A frozen lake of dead grass lined by the
brittle forest's edge;
Resigned, with a melancholic wince;
Trees bare that never bore any leaves.
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I was going to joke and say I fave'd it simply because you used my name... and then I decided it was still funny.
I feel like I'm about to watch something horrible take place. I love the feeling and images I get when reading. <3
I feel like I'm about to watch something horrible take place. I love the feeling and images I get when reading. <3