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Lunar eclipse 🌒

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a micro poem today

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I was recently in Ireland- it was so indescribably beautiful and it should have inspired me to write but instead I came home with no motivation/ ideas. The worst writers block I have had since I started writing. Feel free to share whatever helps you guys get the wheels going

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Basorexia

The dark has its way of levying desperation,

pushing me into a state of emergency.

Sitting on my front porch, exhausted, cold,

the night comes crawling. The moon glares

with wishful remorse of an old lover,

exposing my hunger. The bare branches

of the silver birch tremble, we are both

shaken in this blustery night.

Every ounce of me whispers then shouts

your name in unison. I inhale every discarded

kiss and overdose on your lips under the moonlight.

~a.t.

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Trying to get to heaven before they close the fucking door

I’ve been trying to be a good girl, sleeping

alone in my bed. I’ve been trying to forget

the way you devoured my woes with each

thrust. So I lay here, slashing release

in a bloody bath, a secret so bad I can’t

even tell myself.

I tried to tackle my demons but they’re just

mildly concussed, they’ll be back soon enough.

Because every time I felt good I thought

it would last forever, but it never does.

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John B

You’d have to be

brilliant to fix

antique clocks right?

But they said he was

just a queer

a southern gothic

a manic depressive

obsessed with global

catastrophe.

I just think no one

really saw him.

Not even when he

made that beautiful

hedge maze.

He was just sad,

never knew what love

was- how tragic.

I hope he went back

to rewrite his story.

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the grand ballet

a tip toeing dance

around the obscure

veil of the other side

no one can give you

an answer, boy

but they’ve dug up

the earth looking

for proof in the soil

afraid the old

will inherit our bones

delivering us into

our fates

we eat and drink

and buy and move

around, to pacify.

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The Photographer

a sense of foreboding creeps up

my chest.

did he hear my heart stop? (I think to myself)

i tried to keep a straight face

when he stood up to undo

his belt.

the lights were blinding me

as if I was staring into the sun

he looked like some kind of god

glowing before me.

I hear the clicking sound his

camera made

when he captured me in my

night gown.

i get down on my knees

i would’ve let him

drag me around like

an animal

if it meant he would not leave

click (he takes another picture)

open your mouth (he whispers)

click, click

you’re so good at that (he says)

will you stay?

~a.t.

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You are crumpled up like discarded pieces of paper.

Your musky smell reminds me of the woods.

Your face and your smile belong in a different era.

You could never reach me.

Not even with your peculiar laugh.

A heavy fog begins to surround us as I reach for your cold clenched hands.

We’re on snow covered mountaintops,

the blue sky synchronizes with your eyes.

There’s no where to turn, we can not lie down

and I spot your tribe, waiting in the distance.

Your eyes aim at the sky frozen and gray. I can no longer see you for the fog swallows you into a different realm and I’ve been expelled. Forbidden to enter.

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