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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
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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Bad Blood Bone Break Day Direction Fingers Leadership Power Result River Skin
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
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
Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
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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Dreams Heart Hope Love Mindset Myself Soul Strong
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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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
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 fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Born Burn Fall Fire Inspirational Light Motivational Myself
Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Activate Born Creation Creativity
I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself

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