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.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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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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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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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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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.
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