If she were standing naked by the window Staring off at the light of concentration yards Across the river and the same light were dancing Like blue savages down the lines of her body Turning just so while tin music of a distant radio falls Like snow falli...
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Poultry Stories
I wonder if she notices, In certain times when darkness softens And the hard edges of silence Turn our whispers crystalline When she curls my body Into the silk parenthesis of her arms Laying tiny rivers of breath on my skin, How I crumple like an unread...
Hissing waves of sea foam fatigue Slip through my coiled spine, shattering the bones into anemic flesh I flail through the violent surface, spitting lungfuls of torture, my blind eyes open wide as slumber’s suffocation scrapes for my flesh Twisting from i...