Category: Poetry – Crystal Edition
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I drop to mis rodillas in la nieve as words gush from the gashes en mi alma. Every beat de mi corazón pumps palabras. English or Español, it makes no difference; the words flow through mis venas, regardless. Mi misma vida seeps from beneath my frozen fingertips as I try to stop the bleeding, la…
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Author’s Note: I actually edited this photo from base photos found here Adobe Stock. (n.d.). Underwater scene with fish and coral [Image]. Adobe Stock. https://stock.adobe.com/search/images?k=underwater The moon scatters every shimmer on top your ocean blue,I’d dance beneath each ripple should it let me sink to you. Stars claim place, woven stories in the sky,Stories of your claim to the worship in…
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“Will the lights go out?” He doesn’t get paid until Thursday. Today is Tuesday. The electric bill was due on Friday. Last Friday. They were homeless for a decade.No place to themselves untilthey finally save enoughto buy ahouse.Thenthe dishwasher broke.The sink began to leak.The washing machine croaked.Two cars to the scrap heap.One car temperamental.And on…
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I Offer Up Myself They hunger for me. They are so, so hungry. I am more than willing to let Them feast. I let Them consume me. I offer up myself. They accept me. They rule me. Their hand grips my hair. They yank me where They want me. Hold me in place. Right…
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At twenty-one I look behind me at the landfill of memories that I will have, have, had, won’t have again. At twelve -ish life and I had an e s t r a n g e d relationship I did not think I would make it past seventh. Sixth? I am twenty-one. I did not…
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Silence in the woods. Slinking through the trees, the grass Crinkles underfoot. Caged within the woods, Their stomach growls and rumbles, Family to feed. Starving and weary, Slight movement catches the eye, A singular fawn. It peers from the grass, Hands convulse, shudder, and shake. A shot echoes out. … Silence in the woods. Slinking through the trees, their breath Billows out in clouds. The…
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I look like my mom I think as i look in the mirror My hair, untouched by hand Or heat, sits wavy on my shoulders Maybe i’ve always been more lion Than girl, with my mane of hair Rust like it grows on The fence on our yard The stains that come from hose water…
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Stellar reunion along the sea, seashells dotting the sandThe waves rise and fall with tide’s bright glee, wading hand-in-handAll along the coast the clouds glow backlit in blueRolling dunes pressed against deep rock splattered in mist and dew Long ago the moon did pull the waves away from the shoreIgniting the wrath of the gods…
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Livestock Guardian Dog I am the dog who guards the sheep. The shepherd raised me, I slept by his feet in the cold of the night. He fed me and guided me Down the mountains. I bite the throats of wolves, My collar ringed with fur and blood. He spiked it, protecting me. They lunge,…
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“add your clothes to my basket,” i say to them nonchalantly “i have room.” my basket is nearly full and it’s slipping from my grasp but they don’t notice since i told them so calmly to add their laundry to my basket and so they lazily dump the stretched-out sweatshirts and sweat-filled socks to the…
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