Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
STEPHANIE BRIAR
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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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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He’ll keep somedaying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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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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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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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.
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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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