Category: Prose
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Queen of Swords
Her history is scarred like her reflection. She teaches that steel and makeup can both cut a man’s soul when properly applied. Her voice is viscous like blood and power. She preaches that covenants broken can sever a lineage even if the blood remains. Her grip is unyielding like a lock without a key. She…
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She Stole Herself
Her history is scarred like her reflection. She teaches that steel and makeup can both cut a man’s soul when properly applied. Her voice is viscous like blood and power. She preaches that covenants broken can sever a lineage even if the blood remains. Her grip is unyielding like a lock without a key. She…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-30.01
I dreamt… Of cruel gods and crueler intentions. Of misery extended by acts of kindness. And understanding withheld lest the heart fails completely. I dreamt… Of game pieces held in place against inertia. Of webs pulling trapped limbs in unnatural bends. And the silencing of the fervent prayer lest the game ends prematurely. I dreamt……
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-15.01
How long is a night? As long as it takes to dream. How long is a day? As long as it takes to be.
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Someone Else’s Story
“It’s like this see…” But you don’t see. The marks and squiggles bleed into knots. And the words are harsh against your ear. “And then, it happens…” But you remain unmoved. The epiphany never reveals itself. And the rocks gain a better understanding than you. “Once it’s all over…” But for you it never begun.…
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Hysteresis
Breathe in. Drown. The weightless flow of ageless time rushes in to fill my lungs until there is no room for air nor blood. Breathe in. Drown. The boundaries hemorrhage as the walls break apart and still my lungs are invaded until they burst inward. Cease. Fall. The soul dissolves in the flood of Before…
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The Plea of the Fading Ember
Pour into my veins. Drive out the salt and the water. Be the presence that holds me up. And the force that drives me forward. Infect me, each and every cell. Rewrite me until I require you to live. Inoculate me from forgetfulness. And prepare me for the moment of my passing. Weaken my grasp…
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Dream Journal: 2015-07-20.01
Deep water lies still before me. Waiting for what always comes. As sure as the headwaters split the rock blocking it. As sure as the tide returns to the sea. As sure as the river flows to the ocean. As sure as it is waiting for me. Deep water lies still before me. Waiting for…
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Murmurs
Bloodied hands made soft through violence. How is it the very thing that would destroy me upholds me when I have lost the ability to stand? Holy destruction that cannot be assuaged. Your shelter has saved me from myself and from the blows of those unlawful works. How is it you are not my enemy?…
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Tender
Though you be almost ageless you are ever still the tender slut that first emerged without blemish from churning restless Okeanos. They say you were quick to be clothed though no cloth could ever hide that fragrant skin that shames roses or the shape of that perfect thigh. It would take more than poetry to…