Archive for the Prose Category
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A mattress on the floor –
I lay on my side
and stare at the wall.
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You forget. Then you wake.
Another crushing heart break.
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When she dies
They’ll eat her eyes.
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Bare –
There’s no baby in there.
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She’s a hollow girl –
filled only by the night
and that one fight
where he tells his wife.
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Lover,
my tongue dances across your lips
where the heat coils tight –
I become the snake
basking in the firelight
wrapped, and
like wax
melt into your arms.