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Nightmare Flower

I wake to the sound of scratching

in my brain, along the walls of my skull,

wanting to grow roots

in a place free from the thoughts

that race through my mind as I dream

of the Nightmare Flower that is

trying to grow while I sleep.

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If You Could Be Mine

If You Could Be Mine

If you could be mine

undoubtedly

my wildest dreams would

be realized.

I’d never ask for anything

ever again;

I would have it all —

my wants, my needs

my most tender

desires

all wrapped up

in one delicious

(and heretofore unattainable)

parcel of mind-blowing bliss.

Yes, perhaps.

Perhaps.

But!

if you could be mine

would you?

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The Porch

Women who run with wolves

never look back

at the (safety?) of

the patriarchal porch with its

invisible boundaries that

zap them like a whip

if they wander too close

to freedom

and to themselves.

  No, they never look back.

  But they remember.

    Cosmos Magazine

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