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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.

Stephanie Briar

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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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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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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 fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because 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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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