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My heart, broken open
From blood soaked soil I emerge Gasping and rasping Through life unreserved The dirt is warm It feels fertile At the crescendo Of this full circle I am throttled into The external and Asked upon it's shores, What do you feel at your core? Feel with your heart, Does it long for more? What songs of lore, Does it long for? And as it cracks Open Pain reverberates it's Token Of a broken, whole organ A compass of direction For the sailor of A thousand realms Is now accessed Sorrow,


The Tocsin
The clock broke this morning My alarm dial snapped Fitting, really The howling in my room From the heating of this school Is whispering around me Be careful Stay sane These waters They cannot Be saved The radar raged Electricity blew Left in this ghost ship A child - Not a crew
Shadowland
______________________________________ The Void I am bone I am plateau I am fleshless Soaking into shadow Releasing into malevolent dynamo An entanglement with A black hole I sink I accept I stagnate From myself And everything else I pray This somnambulism Will end soon But for now I am descending into Vantablack ______________________________________ The Sea An eternity Of grief Given Bowing my head to An oblivion A glacial threshold Is broken Meeting pai


Dis-ease
Do I have Chestnut blight? Or ailment on the eyes? Phosphorescent pain Listening to my insides What's my next move? What do I want to choose? A spider wanders over My forehead Swings between my eyes Death was swift There was no disguise I see you You cannot run and hide


The Coronation
As the blurry hills Rollover midwinter And the sparkle of summer Drifts out it's last grief The nebula of my Inner Puella, sighs out A last relief Coronated I am Pierced and punctuated Rooted and crowned Greeting with sovereignty A role duty bound This long night Shivers in disbelief As the sun cracks above the Mischievous fog Saying, "Brighter, brighter, To the castle, you shall find her The queen of the land Do right by her!" And The day feels Like a lick of lemon cake


Swampland
Drifts of sulphur mists A burnt shock Upon humid rock Choking on rifts Of barren land She is found there Rancid and scared Nothing to hold; Everything scolds I build her a space Of safety and grace Flimsy at first But, feeling less cursed I build her some more Candles and covers Equilibrium at the core Peaceful slumber returns Of this rest, she yearns I tell her - I will return A hope churns She lifts


Golden Hour
A burnt yellow Aching delight A play with light Yellow ochre Smoked honey Sweet exposure I want to eat it Be drenched in it Be full of it Ribbons and curlings Licking through my mind Dark chimes Serve to remind Glimmers of the Divine Among the Shadows of Burnt tips Feels like Magic Which warms my Shivery mind
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