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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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she feels the most alluring just before she’s touched intact undisturbed but I say no no because unhindered perfection never suited my mind or my body it is better when handled when dealt with left in breathless disarray mauled, battered, flushed red handprints framing the arcuate sweep of my curves painted with purple streaks within…
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Had I been spared the burden of noticing, of intense scrutiny, I might have lived more oblivious, loved without such depth of thought But love, itself, was loud it made noise and I listened too well Born with eyes, a mind and, ultimately, a heart who perceives everything like when it arrives and when it…
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take sanction from my arsenal I don’t want to need it when I’m with you the blood & the bones
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How laden is the load of an apology? I am Atlas and the burden is the I’m sorry I carry it is braced against the turning of the world and I am losing strength the blood & the bones
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I bide my timein a beautiful counterfeit reality made of necessityswallowing down a loneliness so acuteit threatens everythingand achingaching with a violenceonly you would understand the blood& the bones
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I was born strongmy mother and father made sure I knew it still I look back in retrospecthow have I walked through firesforests of painslept in all those beds of nailsand endured inner monologues of self brutalityhow I have written this story without an ending yet I was born in the dirtlife made sure I…
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you see something crippling and delicate in all womenwas it your mother or your father who taught you that we must all be handled with sympathy?surely not the one who tore her body opento give you lifeso, I ask you to try and understandthat I am more than what you have been taught a womancan…
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I don’t want you and I don’t love you. I haven’t felt anything remotely close to those feelings in longer than I can remember. Longer than we were even together. I can coexist in the same world as you without feeling the ache of heartbreak that used to be nailed on to your name. We…
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The Blood & The Bones 