

"A Curtain's Solstice"The hardwood floor at my back, I stare up at my single, complicated curtain. The sun turns its tenuous shadows to corporeal grace, And the air, as if to prove reality, Possesses the cloth to wave, hello. It is Summer and I am young. Warmth barely slants through the panes,"A Curtain's Solstice"
Stretches out to touch my feet; No other part of me exists. I am ethereal, god-like And imaginary; Whatever I feel comes to life -- I breathe, and then it dies. These perfect, immutable theories All explode, Caught fire by my body's chemicals: A reminder that I can never Be


Down a staircase, n 1I am a stoic pose in stop-motion Twisting down Duchamp's steps. Each scene slurring, Stopping -- Blurring the paused sensitivity in me. Me, standing nude Atop an angled stair, Baring in geometric curvature these expired sureties I once wore with hanging whispers On my hip-bones.Down a staircase, n 1
Descending on sharp-tongued toes, my footfalls Are unrefined; They become stuttering secrets
Senseful intermittence cannot capture. But your articulate shoulders That had held my swaying legs Are gone. I trip, Every unlacquered edge of sweetheart prose &


PreservesWhat I stole that day was meaningless Comparing the nouns attached A funeral, a dead man, a casket Open casket Parents, Catholic Him, far from it And the girlfriend present Well, I'm not sure about herPreserves
I didn't see the dirty, disgusted Looks they gave me My steps were echoes on the funeral home marble Fancy shit The sun was hot, pressed itself close Close to my black dress Breasts starting to sweat Flashback
"My boobs are melting" Laugh, he had a hard-earned laugh "I'll really miss them" And he kissed my right-side c


The Victim's VillanelleI've paid for so long for one incident; I feel I'm caught between warring nations. Hurting you, my love, was an accident.The Victim's Villanelle
I don't know where all your forgiveness went. I needed love, not your allegations. I've regretted too long one incident.
One day you were straight, the next you were bent. I couldn't deal with those hesitations. But hurting you, love, was an accident.
I can't count all the hours that I've spent Listening to your heart's ministrations; I've paid in pain for one old incident.
I don't just give you up for every lent, I ju
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The PhotoLit Prompt
Autumn Feature anyone?
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I never made sense of what I could make nonsense.
Thanks for the watch!
And of course the favs on Lead Me to Your Light and Take Me Away-- are happy making! ;D
(ps, I figured out the other day who you were, Zach's Stella, and I may have like shat myself...
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I know all sorts of things that I don't believe...~
lol uh oh what has he been saying about me? haha the word 'shat' is always so funny. yup, he totally recommended equilibrium. he get you into it too?
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