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Bessie LoveBessie LoveBessie Love
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hand pressed into the indiscernible bar, she reaches out for a man, or a martini -
the metaphor for peace remaining optional.
her skin is firelight decorated eyes cast down waist high, perhaps?
a misadventure of sexual harmony
lust like stone in her gaze
her man - bedridden
she sits, waits, warms, and all the while she pleads
"...don't leave me"
"...just please god don't ever leave me!"
by ~CupShonee
cotton pickerThe Cotton Pickercotton picker
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A day of weeping almost won, Too dog-tired, For night time escapades.
He’s weeping inside for childhood innocence. Defeated by sunshine, Distracted from lassitude, By full fingernails, So looking, she’s lost the will for sanity.
Far off the owl shrieks, And night unwinds its coiled grip, On land and sky and the distant sea, Pouring out its blackmilk mantle, On the tired scene of overwhelm.
Bodies ache, Jaws hang wide, And
by ~CupShonee
synapse sunlightsynapse sunlightsynapse sunlight
lying here I soak up the morning newborn as I am in sheets and sweat my voice still broken like a rusting jukebox standing I find slow release from my panic on the floor a pile of clothes reminding me of the night I melted away
the coming light wins all attention and I let it in, thoughtlessly warmth hitting skin at the speed of synapse walk down stairs to reach caffeinated decimation a bowl of apples drinking in glass and water
the vertical stream of the shower enthrals and I walk in simplified, naked as untaught l
by ~CupShonee
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untitled as yetCoughing locomotives spit up soot, lonely tarmac now, that metal shells should choose to run down rails. Empty but for dollar drivers and rocking trailers that lag behind, full of bitter cooking apples swiped from unsuspecting trees.untitled as yet
Full divinity violated by harvest vehicles.
Shonee stands beneath shelter tin roof. Legs cold rigid. Sopping grey matted hair. A glint in his eye like violence, but altogether more entertained. Smoke lungs fogged up. Breathing out into cold air, he looks to time on his wrist, sucking life out from his arteries.
Piya, all black-tinted auburn hair and heels in high abandon, s
by ~betweensmiles
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i've been writing for a while and mostly poetry
but nothing worth uploading
mostly just observations of human nature
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