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The air is warm

mild winds

threatening to dry my tears 

I try pulling myself together 

unfolding emptiness like a

teenage love letter 

 

Here I am again,

trapped in violent silence 

shuddering against concrete

She doesn't show up

she will never feel my fingertips,

like poems on her palms

begging for mercy 

the swift kill

 

the lonely dance of heartbreak 

 

I know nothing else. 

 

 

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©26 March 2017 - 10:16pm — life_used_to_be...
30 April 2017 - 8:50pm — running_with_rabbits
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:she will never feel my

:she will never feel my fingertips like poems on her palms"!!!! <3

Much Love

Ashley

27 March 2017 - 8:53pm — tallsquirrelgirl
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"Unfolding emptiness"- this

"Unfolding emptiness"- this was great and haunting. There's not a lot you've written I don't love :)

*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

27 March 2017 - 9:23pm — life_used_to_be...
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  I thank you. I really liked

 

I thank you. I really liked this one too, just not the emotions it sprung from. 

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

29 March 2017 - 11:01pm — allets
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Impossible Separation

Emotion distinct from the poem? The inspiration is so tightly bound to every word. As I see this one. The words directly from the heart of the poet to the emotional matrices of the reader. Riveting female feeling. A long time fan - Stella