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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

Gemma Iversen

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
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Body Hurt Myself Police Sound Writing
Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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Attitude Break Up Fly Freedom Lost Relationship Yourself
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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Choice Faith Happiness True Trust
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Burn Darkness Mirror Poetry Sacred See Temple Word
What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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End Feature Game Hate Love Yourself
Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Heart Kiss Lips Mindset Night Relationship Romance Yourself
He loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Fate Forget Kiss Lose Love Myself Relationship
Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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Hope Ignore Judgement Myself Name Reason
To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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Break Up Connection Heart Love Myself Seek
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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Angry Fools Myself Reaction Shame
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Angry Beautiful Person Study

Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

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