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PresenceLike a decayed rose The ghost of her beauty lingers On his poisoned heartPresence
by ~znesnoc
lovely bonesYour glacier-blue eyes were oddly warm and Soft As you painted keen welts down my spine and across my pelvis, Your lips marking the supple parts of me so they matched The fingerprint-bruises blooming like constellations across clavicles and scapulas and ribs.lovely bones
Your breath was oddly warm and Heavy As it skittered across my skin and sent my heart skipping and stuttering.
by ~znesnoc
My PrayerHold my hand; Only you can see me. Pull me bruised from the dust. Hold my heart; Only you can save me. Bring me back from the brink.My Prayer
Love me… When I feel ugly inside, When I don’t know what I am. Forgive me… When I don’t know what I’m doing, When I let pride and selfishness in.
Break me open When I get lost inside. Throw open the shutters. Gather up the pieces When I fall apart in front of the world. Tell me I
by ~znesnoc
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The ExI tried to ignore the blood-red stain spreading inexorably across my white skirt. The maitre’d fussed about, offering me napkins and apologies by turns. With the company I was wont to keep, it occurred to me that I was a fool for not having bought shares in White King. It seemed an interminable age before the waiter finally left with a promise to bring another bottle. I asked if he could make it a dry white, this time.The Ex
I turned my attentions back to the man sitting across the table from me, forcing myself to meet his eyes. Sharp green met n
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Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that day I got high on communion wine and tied your rosary around my hips and told you I could talk to God. I could read the lines on his cheeks right through these calloused palms and I loved how his voice rose up tempered and clear like spring, not thin and waspy like you promised. He called me by name and while his coat was too long for me to see his feet, I knew he did not wear shoes and anger was not his road.Conversation with God I
He took my hand to walk and told me there was no shame in falling with grace &nb
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
J. Keats
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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