Tag: Micropoetry
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i hid from you all.
the perfume asleep, having flowers to cease as i now subsume tragedy beyond the wisp of her lips phantasmagorical stillness yet adorns to me her eyes of stone.
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the dying game.
I sit alone; I was tired of my penetralium and id frozen in aureoled chokes, harassing me to the shadows
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silhouetted.
I pick the miracle of solitude pushing myself away from others; the garden feels my shame
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lies.
for the stars i lie diminish i see the moon fled the rain, death poising swiftly, & unspeaking
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petaled, like the moon.
Fire flowers curl their toes under the snakes in my chest “petaled girl” for eyes and their liars
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spinning.
I spin upon the lapis sea, a fool a vulturous moon which a woman bruits her blood and lips
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a daughter starless.
A sun recoils to the grown tree climbing my skin, then vanishing between the moon and death’s stigmata
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This night.
summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might
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“At that moment” by ShaePoems.
At that moment the world seemed to fit a glimpse of your eyes. Your embrace is my gravity.