To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn 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.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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.
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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.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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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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