
She removes the silver instrument from the wooden drawer, contemplates the scent of blood and sage. The dark sliced moon is ringing high and hollow as a bell in the tower of the midnight sky. Shaky hands. She shivers though it is not cold. She doesn’t want the fear of falling she wants the high of flight, although any kind of movement feels like only a fantasy now. The screaming went on for so long she cannot remember anything else but the deafening sound. The way it slammed through her over and over like heavy footsteps running. In the ghostscreen of past lives, a soft pale hand moves in and out of the surface of the water which separates tenderness from time. There is a black hole where eternity comes from. There is a beginning even when you do not know where to begin. She drags a blade across the skin. It would be romantic if it weren’t so clearly happening. Mist along the meadows in bathed glow. All the beauty she will never know, slides through her hands like sand through a sieve. It’s funny to think she was once young enough to do some real damage but after him, she was never quite the same. Never quite herself again. An empty swing set in the dark. A mouth, chainlinked. Brittle white lace in a satin box above the attic stairs. The fire in her heart has grown cold and burned out. A single candle in an empty room. Sometimes a ritual helps. Sometimes you need to shut the door. Somewhere behind the static, the universe folds back into itself. Normalize ending a thing when it’s over. Quiet down to save yourself.
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great weekend!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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I listened to you with “Final Movement” by Clint Mansell & Peter Broderick playing softly in the background.. and your words mixed with those piano notes were legendary.
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Oh fuck, Lauren… this music is gutting, so beautiful… I never knew my voice could sound like that with piano…. honestly I don’t know what to say but I’m so insanely grateful to you. You have such artistic vision it’s breathtaking… 🙏🏻♥️🌹🕊
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Breathtaking was my thought as well. Beautiful lady, no need to be grateful to me! 💖 Your art is the very definition!
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Oh god but I am! I am so grateful. You are so generous and you open up worlds. You’re a poetic gem and I send you mad affection. ♥️🌹🕊🕊🕊
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Mmm I do like that. 🦇
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Amazing written and verbal poetry shared by a talented writer.
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Thank you so much, John. 🙏🏻🕊🌹
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Good morning dear Allison and you are welcome.
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Dear Allison, I love your verbal poetry. The words, like a sweet whisper we need to hear.
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Thank you ever so very much for listening, dear John. It warms my whole heart to know you enjoy. 🙏🏻♥️🕊
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I wish I had a pretty voice. I have the Bukowski voice. You are welcome dear Allison.
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Haha, we use what we are given. Take good care John. ☺️🌹🕊
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You are right dear Allison. I do have YouTube video reading poetry. A few did like. Have fun and be safe dear friend.
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Oh my goodness you are so brave. I wish I had the courage to read on video. Good for you and you have fun and be safe, too. 🌹🕊
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Incredible. Your voice is epic. Just wonderful. Glad I found your blog.
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Oh my goodness your kind words melt my insides, thank you so ever much for taking the time to listen. So glad you are here, welcome. 🙏🏻♥️🕊
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Oh my! I loved this❤️
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Oh thank you so much! I’m so grateful you loved this. 🙏🏻♥️🕊
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I so did. And you’re welcome❤️
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Aww thank you❤️
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