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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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 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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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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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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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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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