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On This DayWinged beast come across the empty blue wasteland of a cloudless sky.On This Day
We stand sunken in grassy slope surrounded by our woodland brethren whose roots crawl deep;
they are Mother's towering sentinels weeping multi-colored leaves.
The autumnal sun, Father's glaring eye, stares down upon us eliciting droplets of sweat between leather and skin.
Calloused hands beat furiously, as furiously as our hearts, pounding out deep, resonant beats.
Interrupted, then, with a great sweep of wind brought forth by
by ~rudhira
ImplosionBile brewed, bubbled, began to boil inside.Implosion
As four as the glowing green puss of an infected wound, or the vomit that leapt to throat--so noxious and odorous that it seeped through organs to play havoc on the bloodstream, turning it to muddy water.
Inflicting pressure inside, pressure so dense as to start the countdown--ten, nine, eight IMPLOSION. Contained only by force of will or is it contained by stricture from a violent, yet hypocritical all-american society;
forced deep into your subconscious by constant repetitive programming
or is it a person
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Thorns of a Wicked RoseWicked Rose, deny me not the sweet stench emanating amidst ruinous skin. Permit my touch, feast in the fevered whim. Acolyte to the vices; heart banished, penned.Thorns of a Wicked Rose
Shall I lift you above, set you aloft? Create a pedestal to stand worship, enameled in colors that are brilliant, where you might view me from a prideful spot?
Pierce and embalm starved flesh; petals pressed to reveal passionfruit juices disguised as oil of roses. Bitter thorns do hide, yes, but of sated senses I have dreamt.
Cold, soul-hungry wretch, why do you deny? What must submit,
by ~rudhira
Tillabook IslandThere was a young woman from Tillabook Island whiling away the days by the bitter cold shore.Tillabook Island
Every night she walked the same rocky path down to the abandoned south beach with its trash-littered sand.
She sat on the same rock on which she recieved her first kiss from a sandy- haired boy with saltwater lips.
She called out a hello to every blue crab that scuttled by, the same kind she had caught as a child.
She stayed until the sun came up and washed away the gray skies with streaks of pink, orange, and
by ~rudhira
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