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叶安灵 // 16, 2022 // she-her-hers
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Message to Readers

i wrote this two nights ago barely awake, but when i read it back i kinda liked it so here it is

a poem i found in my diary

January 18, 2021



halfway through the start
a cataclysmic eyelid’s drop of
red on wrinkled time-
fabric long lost 
in the tenses of woven strips,
like elements of august in the breeze.
excels in golden light
as stonehenge moves closer
gathered bouquets of
bites on awkward lips.
september kissed me,
october alive,
figments of imagination
stolen and painted white:
trampled missteps
amble on, notice
a sunkissed moment
set on ancient rules outrun.

ruthless faith in my blood
ruthless watch on my world
as i go to sleep
january 15th.


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  • January 18, 2021 - 11:34am (Now Viewing)

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  • R. Duende

    I enjoyed how short the lines are and your word choice like "cataclysmic" was wonderful. And the way you gave life to the months was wonderful! My favorite part though was how everything sounded together

    about 2 months ago
  • happy butterfly

    geez louise this almost looks like lyrics from one of folklores songs.

    also meaning its almost storytelling and still so poetic and *insert word that i cant find*

    about 2 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Dang this is incredible!

    about 2 months ago
  • Rachaelgrace (hiatus) :)

    this is beautiful <3 I can’t believe I hadn’t discovered you until now!

    about 2 months ago
  • Emi

    This is beautiful! I love the reference to stonehenge and the constant passing of the seasons until you end in January.

    about 2 months ago