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Seven
I remember the first time.
Her cocked smirk,
as she let the words drip
from her lips.
I waited for her to finish.
Watched as she poured her
lungs into me.
A grace I never knew she had,
spilling into my soul;
seeping in.
I wonder if she knows
how her skin paints itself onto mine,
or how her face etches
behind my eyes.
Images denting a flawless mold,
twisting the steel rods which once
towered to keep me safe.
And here, she sticks to me.
Singing a divine song
I’ve never heard before.
Ripping apart my lining,
forging into the corners of my
multi-colored insides
awoken by her touch.
Relapse
Patterns drip For nothing, She thinks, Pacing, Wandering through The things he used To say, Before his eyes got Red and he ran Away. Cuilinn Days
Circles
The greenest field ever laid Across my heart, some pictures played. Blue couches circled, Attention drawn, Unlikely crowds, Waiting since dawn, To wrap me up, In patient hope, I sank in calm, Protective grope. Their power filled My body, blue. Light poured in, This person's tomb. Illuminated, I darkened them, A newfound strength, A solid stem. Not alone, and never been, My circle swells, until we end.
Cuilinn Days
Whitest walls. Patients screeching. Prying in, Or out. Unsure.
Home
A painted house. One with whites, And light blues Throughout. Lights that glow Through trees, Light snows, A porch for Talks and tears, A walking path, Expanding years. Windows opened, Welcoming Breezes that come From water, Noises that come From sky. It’s more than A place for sleeping, It’s where I’ll go To die.
The circles in my Belly make me scared So I throw them up.
New
Trust me, I'm worth watching. You'll think I have my pieces In place, and I'll pretend I do, But wait a few months. Soon my skirt will fall to my Ankles. Pupils will dilate from The drugs. Hearts will race Thanks to rush and restraint. You'll think I'm sweet. Tame. Just wait until I'm screaming your Name in the dark. You'll forget What you know. I'll be new.
Cuilinn Days