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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

Stephanie Briar

You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
STEPHANIE BRIAR

Death Fall Feeling Glow Light Moon Silver Stars Sun
Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
STEPHANIE BRIAR

Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Bloom Eyes Hope Life Lost Myself Philosophy Relationship Remember Return Time Word
The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Best Creation Divine Nature Ourselves Religion Seek Sky True
You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Bone Empty Food Satisfaction Shame Starve Yourself
Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
STEPHANIE BRIAR

Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
STEPHANIE BRIAR

Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
STEPHANIE BRIAR

Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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Bad Blood Bone Break Day Direction Fingers Leadership Power Result River Skin
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Compare Force Search Worth

In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

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