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She says isn’t it wonderful to be an idea? And I think of how it is more like a prison. Never getting out of the walls someone else has built around you. Never living up to them if you do. the blood & the bones
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• therapy • I would wait like this all dayif I knew it was the only wayto dull the rage that you carryto bring you back to yourselfI know some purge words for releasebut those wordsthose actionsdon’t feel familiar to your careful tongueso instead I invite you to find the things you need to say…
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• I had never done this before. I know women say this quite frequently but this was not my thing. But it had been too long since I had been touched. Too long since I felt the fire that desire lights inside me. I wanted to be free from loneliness for just one evening but…
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When I say it is unconditional, it is to say that I love you in the darkness between stars. And that I love you still when there is more falling rain than sun beams and more silence than sound. the blood& the bones
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Will he know when he is older..When his stands looking down at his ever present Mother..What I did just to raise him to believe his Father was a God?The steps I took to ensure that he would never question that he was loved beyond measure from both sides of his bloodline?Will he know the things…
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scars and linesonce loathedbut nowthat I have learnedto dig my own fingersinto their groovesI realizethey aremy road mapmy brailletelling the storyof all the livesI’ve livedinside this one the blood& the bones
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I would wait like this all dayif I knew it was the only wayto dull the rage that you carryto bring you back to yourselfsome purge words for releasebut those wordsthose actionsdon’t feel familiar to your careful tongue so instead I invite you to find the things you need to say inside meto paint the…
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• September • by now you knowyou will find mewhere the wildestflowers growfor I planted myselffar from anythat might choose me it is beautiful here most daysand yet I am witheringeven surroundedby all this beautyset out in fields of solitaryintentionally alone and it has been so longsince I havefelt the touch of anythingeven accidentallyexcept the…
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When I am gone, spread my ashes somewhere beautiful. Do not bury me in the ground so that others have to sit amongst the dead with only stone and cheap fake flowers as their companions. Take me somewhere I would have loved for them to remember me. Between a river and a mountain. Between the…
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• duality • there is bad in mea thing that festers and drumswaiting for it’s turn to take overwhen the better parts of myselffail to succeed with graceand composure escapes mehis methods of resolution are often messybut they are thorough and brusquesharp and piercingunlike the softness this side tries to emulatehe is my necessary evilwhen…
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