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Feathers on Pavement
The day falls away.
Like feathers hitting the hot pavement.
The dust rises up around them.
Like feathers hitting the hot pavement.
The dust rises up around them.
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Passage
Patterns rising and then
collapsing
back into place.
The grass at night is
as it never has been, more
alive than my lungs
as they contract over and
over.
Peanut butter and honey
stick
to my tongue, disguising the taste of my
curiosity.
She, grows a sky within her irises
as I sit beside her, feeling leaves
as they unfold in my veins.
The walls shed their dull skin and wriggle
free and damp with color, I struggle
to find home between the scales.
Eyes blossom
beneath my bed and
speak gently of my skeletal hands.
A minute is a new
existence
born and decomposing in a moment.
Dying by my own hand
with my hair wrapped around my
neck; regrets pounding, clawing until I
submit.
The uncertain shadows hurl mauve
on the ceiling, which
drips down and collects on
my lips.
The mirror apprehends creatures and space and
a stranger screams from behind the glass.
Like scratching dry skin from my scalp,
I lose
something less,
I become
something more.
The groaning of the wood beneath
my deflating feet generates
a keening opera.
The hairs on my arm hum contentment as I
whisper vulnerability.
Wonderland erupts inside the cocoon of my fraying quilt
and I,
eradicated,
fall pleasantly.
-A.M. Nicolai
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