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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.

Stephanie Briar

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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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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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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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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
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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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
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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Lost Love Myself Place Relationship Seek Yourself
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
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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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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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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Bone Empty Food Satisfaction Shame Starve Yourself
Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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