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All I have ever wantedWas permissionTo be soft in a world that demandedThat I become the shape of rockInstead of water I know love can do thatI know it has the powerSo I waitI wait and build myself into what is NecessaryUntil it finds meAnd lets the levee go the blood& the bones
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The reality of it all is, I’m not sure I’m that interesting. I’m also not overly smart or accomplished. Not in the way people seem to value. Well-read, dark humored, quick tongued but what does that matter in a world of silhouettes and filtered faces? Where we worry about the picture more than the moment?…
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They tell us that the universe began with an explosion of space itself. The Big Bang. It’s fascinating, if you believe in that sort of thing. I always thought we came from something in between. From creation, from science. I cannot settle for one or the other because I think I’ve never been sure of…
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you don’t know what it’s like to constantly crave painto wish for once he’d hit hard enough to make me wonder if I am loved or hatedto pray some day I can stop pushing myself to be the one who decides everythingor to feel as if I need toto want something depraved and dirty enough…
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You came back every time still at war. Still torn between duty, home, honor and me. Still hoping for a reason to go again and still searching for meaning. Do I not honor you? I have loved. I have sacrificed. I have waited. All for that honor. But I am not the war you want.…
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you devoured me often in the beginningnever as much as I wanted, I’ll admitbut you’d pull me in, savoringrolling me around in your hungry mouthI believed myself to be your favorite sustenance the months and years soon behind usyou reached for me lesseven when you didit felt as if you’d take in only a little,…
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some days I wish I wasthe quiet girlthe one who goes unnoticedwho knows obedience bestwho folds herself into something smallsitting on her handshoping to blend interrified to stand outor stand up scared to be seen and that’s her rightto blend, to bend, to personify resignationshe is graceful and safe in ways I will never be but I…
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we were both naive oncehopeful, trusting, unspoiledbefore life, before deathbefore we knew any betterbefore the years became a black hole and I often think to myselfif we could go back to innocenceto a time before the road was hardwould you have warmed my clean hands then?and still want me with the same impetus? is it…
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I have never really loved my legsthey always seemed too heavyfor the rest of my bodyas if the delicacy of mehad run out right around my hip bonebut he does this thingwhere I’m on my stomach and he reaches undergrabbing the ample meat of my thighsand flips me over in a swift singular motionas if…
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What would you say if I told you I’ve been dead for months?at most, maybe even a yearmy body.. this carcass I was born ashamed ofthat no one ever taught me how to loveit still movesbut the life is goneI fought to breathe again and thought I had wonthen I reached out and you didn’t…
The Blood & The Bones 