Tag: Symbols

Poetry · Writing

dark twin

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i seem ’em

in my sleep.

walking to the mall

chatting with my family

wearing my clothes.

–

it doesn’t bother me

unless i move-

–

like a game-

at the slightest

twitch-

–

it’s summoned-

removes the existence

of lights- hope.

bedside

peering over,

glacially shadow cowl

eyes replaced

by blackened stones

wine breath waxes

the hair from my face.

–

if-

if i dare resist-

it’ll bare fangs-

shivering fangs

and a smile.

tracing withered claws

along hurried breath,

like a surgeon.

–

if i scream

let a whisper

escape-

it carries-

like a laugh.

& it’ll join

like an inside

joke.

–

Poetry · Writing

home

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he carved through them

like rare steak.

fingers sharp as knives-

decorated the lab-

ripped white coats

and fresh red paint.

–

elevators turn-

stomachs rise-

decor erased

buckets

and heavy black bags-

except one-

–

one man-

shelved on the lone

operation table-

shivering, absent

praying.

no gods

were present here.

–

the man lunges

drives his fist-

weakened

under my chin

revealing a golden

stained rosary-

still clutched, still present.

–

“did you see anything,

do you

remember.”

i know-

he can’t.

–

decay spews

from his opened belly,

death fills the table-

the rosary drifted

fallen-

to the laboratory floor,

–

“home.”

Poetry · Writing

the warmth

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her eyes- gutted

not sure where

the mascara starts

and the river ends.

pale white

numb skin

peaks through

an all black veil.

petrified-

what do i say-

what could i-

all the joyous stories

songs i’ve sung

happy credits,

void.

a lie.

what could i say-

to silence a screaming wraith

to unbury the dead

like a cleaning a fire

with a broom.

stuttering approach

steps fall deaf

on her sobbing ears-

her palms sit vacant

lowered in her lap-

a bucket.

icy damp palms,

–

i’ll hold her hand,

if she’ll let me-

the warmth-

it’s all

i have

Writing

Griffin

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his name-

bold golden embroidery

across his regal leather jacket

over a ferocious mane

aviators held up over his grand beak

talons tucked into tawny gloves

his wide wingspan expanding across-

a righteous matching decal- the Griffin.

the Griffin, readied

roaring-

the spared prey gathered

heat pulsated from the runway

tearing the flesh from our bones

no one dared blink-

squawking-

than-

vanished.

for the feeding ground.

Poetry · Writing

“edge of the world”

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or so the sign says.

solo lawn chair-

warm waves crashing

forming spear shaped rocks

whining seagulls perch the

glossy mossed tips

look at thee- the “edge

of the world”

warm waves crashing-

a sign.

as eyes closed-

the waves, molding-

warm waves crashing

forming- sizzles

ivory silk sheets

coffee and vanilla fill the empty space.

sizzles raise from the pan

harmony providing sparrow

mug filled to the brim

sun overlooks the island-

the path-

warm waves sizzling-

seagulls carol-

raised feet atop

smoothing, shining stones-

at the edge

of the world.

Poetry · Writing

Bruja’s whisper

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she said-
she said she could see the future:
with waves of her palms
a slow breath in
candles flicker from her oak table
bark scented incense smoke swirled
clockwise
towards the ceiling
her exhale.
my palms weak
sweaty

her eyes rolled back
for a second
her fingers touched mine
skin hot as a summer bbq
i could-
i could see
a hot summer bbq
the one last summer-

when-
when he was still around
flipping patties and drinking a cold one
requesting bad bunny for the 12th time
“what’s the dodgers score”
kids playing monsters in the yard.
i remember this, i wanted to tell him i’m-

the incense descended
counter clock wise
candles burned to the stump
her eyes, pale green, weary
focused
in a loss of breath
she said,
“i tried-
i tried
but
all you wanted
was to be back
in
that
moment
just one
more
time.”