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you may deny it to anyone above all to self we know that pretending is indeed the most elemental form of survival but I know that I was made from the ivory bone God stole to give mercy to the lonely I have lived in the space between your ribs so you cannot purge yourself…
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it’s the way you reach for me each timeas if you’d never done that beforenever closed the space between you and anyone elsedesperate to touch, to be undivided, to be the closest that shows me what it’s like to feeluntarnished, unparalleledvibrant an open palmwhere only clenched fists have beensometimes, it makes this chapter more bearablethan…
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I had hoped the band would remove the shame but the weight of want lifts only when it is sated I can’t say I need more what would become of the life we’ve built If I admitted my fire is only embers when I was sure I had bargained for a blaze the blood &…
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So much of my writing is a work in progress that I wonder if it was better or more complete in another lifetime like I think I must’ve been In another lifetime, I know that I am or was beautiful I am exceptional in so many ways A better mother, writer, lover, friend A better…
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none. I prayed that I could linger somehowthat something of me could cause you pain not in heart or broken body, I know thisI was gone in this way before I left but I hope that something of me remains that maybe you taste my lips on the coffee cup left cold on the tablefeel…
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where was I the day that they taught us about how different things would be.. when they explained how we’d come back as completely different people? because when I close my eyes now it’s as if the ghosts press play and these moving pictures dance on my blackened lids without my permission their deaths relived…
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From a very young age I wanted to be something other than what I was.Most of my formative years spent praying to God to be like everyone else or at least not me.To be what I thought was beautiful, but not in a way that brought attention. Therapists always want me to pinpoint when it…
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Let this love be late night talks after the house is quiet Let it be a second chance at really living Let it be tender always but challenging when needed Let it be hands still held after 30 years of waking up to the same face Let it be laughter and kitchen dancing, let it…
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I often reminisce on when you would not take no for an answer the brutality of being wanted that much and how that desire which said “you will not deny me” started the fire that burned on the pyre time and distance had built for us feeding the flames each time you spread me open…
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everyone thinks I’m a wanderer maybe I was but lost is a foreign word to the gypsy and to those who know what you can learn to feel when you stick around beyond lust I may be a rambling woman or is that only for men? but if I sit still long enough perhaps I…
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The Blood & The Bones 