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The Letter
I stagger along the tree-arched footpath; the bronze light through decaying trees no doubt casting cracked contours upon my face. I take a swig from the bottle. I seek the nearest bench and curl up on...
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The Dying Swan
The haunting notes of Tchaikovsky satiates the emotions of its listeners; and as the dancing swans pirouette effortlessly and transversely upon the stage, the spectators will gasp in horror as the one...
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The Oasis
With time, she longs to wither away; like a flower that has succumbed to frost, in the onset of autumn. She seeks solace in quiet corners, in solitude, where four walls assist to extract the misery...
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Irreversible
I dig my nails into his tattoo, and watch my name Rosa fall to pieces upon his skin. In his sleep, he releases silent billows of air; and I inhale them devotedly, counting one, two and three. I feel...
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Afterlife
My senses are more profound in the spirit world. Today I hover above my gravestone and listen to melodious birdsong. I watch sunbeams saturate the cemetery in ethereal pallor. I suddenly sense the...
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Immortal Love
She narrates a passage from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet; and her heart simmers as he watches her lips, with his ancient eyes. ‘A tragic story, my love,’ he says, brushing his fingers over the...
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New York
Crimson rays from the setting sun had stirred life in to the lank, concrete buildings. The glower of taxi headlights had greeted me with their vitality; and had sculpted hopes and dreams inside my...
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Scarlett
She handpicked the last rose of summer; watched the petals wilt into a ballet of depression. The ghost of his apology of deceit had bred in her mind for days. She knew that walking unafraid in a world...
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Clown
I had been drawn into a dark circus of a world; a world where high-wired voices had giggled so delicately, over nothing. This is the spirit of the circus, they had voiced with curled lips, and it’s...
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Untamed
Glistening lips kissing raw, Beneath pale moonbeam, Inclement hearts squander loveFiled under: Poetry Tagged: Glisten, Haiku, Heart, Kiss, lips, Love, Moonbeam, Poem, Raw, Untamed, Wild, youth
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