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What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.

Hannah Pearl

If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
HANNAH PEARL

Display Examination Myself Season
I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
HANNAH PEARL

Afraid Appearance Home Mirror Myself Woman
Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
HANNAH PEARL

Call Day Feeling Hope Light Mindset Myself Name Simplicity Stay
Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
HANNAH PEARL

Color Experience Poem Religious Sacred Storm Writing
I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
HANNAH PEARL

Afraid Break Hide Reality War
The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
HANNAH PEARL

Moon Offering Peace Sun
Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
HANNAH PEARL

Hug Love Morning Myself Remember Warm
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
HANNAH PEARL

Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
HANNAH PEARL

Believe Enough Fade Love Yourself
What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
HANNAH PEARL

Believe Fools Shame Taste Water
It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
HANNAH PEARL

Heart Late Missing Open Time Yourself
I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
HANNAH PEARL

Myself Perfume Scent See Sun Winter
Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
HANNAH PEARL

Promise Tongue Travel Yourself
Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
HANNAH PEARL

Power Replay Voice Yourself
What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
HANNAH PEARL

Beautiful Dare Jealous Kind
You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
HANNAH PEARL

Color Creature Dee Life Philosophy Stare Togetherness Yourself

What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.

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