as the dust falls

tenderly, she puts the book to rest. Not knowing or caring what dark thing may take her last, waking breath. Slipping into a sorrowful abyss a tear broke the skin and loosened her clenched fist. A prayer birthed and escaped her tongue yet reaches not her beloved one. tenderly: is a wing that beats not […]

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tattoo heart

She remembers when one summer night from comfort and safe pillow light punctured her dream canvas and drew her to the window knowing-not yet- what dreams to fallow awkward, here-neither and neither too shallow in her hand -appeared a tattoo heart so in the crisp, lucid stillness visions,from their harbour, imparted she called through the […]

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