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FoundationsOurs was a journey of almost-there's and not-quite-content, singing of spring breezes and sunrises and lacrymosa. You taught me the value of unblinking discipline, to mask despair behind words of encouragement -Foundations
lies to fool oneself and all who listen, those who must listen. And you taught your lessons too well: strong words to cage your love, to break our hearts,
so at least you could walk away and we'd never dare to call your name to a
retreating back, lest your heart surrender and guide your unwilling footsteps back to us. Now I do see: peeling between the cavity in your
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A Man and his Dreaming Lover.Beneath dusky boughs and waxy leaves, he feeds her moon-pills, little spheres of milky perfection. She downs them with nectar in miniature gilted cups, teasing and smiling her secret smiles. She lifts one such cup to his lips now, figures in a hunting scene under her fingertips, and he marvels at its taste, like he does every night. she adds tears to their fermenting casks, salt to bring out the sweet Their idyll, their midnights, spent for no one else.A Man and his Dreaming Lover.
His night-blooming flower, he calls her, too delicate to face the sun. He pulls her close, all sprawling limbs and warm breath on eyelids, I won't let you wilt. Amidst ghost-light
by ~night-lock
broken loversbroken lovers
You used to tell me how perfectly we'd fit together,
like puzzle pieces, and misaligned teeth, protrusions and hollows. We used to spend glittering nights and days, marvelling at our youth, indomitable sparks of our carelessness. Until I took to running away, counting my thirty-seven-thousand-nine-hundred-and-two steps berating myself for being selfish,
number games to fill my mind and not my stomach, did I realise that our world was misaligned like raindrops spitting out from bonfires like fireflies trapped in wolves' bellies and jellyfish sliced on kitestring nooses. And y
by ~night-lock
Cruel NightsTonight we dance Tonight we sing Tonight we spin dreams and swallow them whole spitting them out deformed and mutated from slow poison manufactured from our own thoughts Tonight we live to die, wallowing in our shame, our dark pleasures and secrets Tonight we strip off our facades, our human visages; it is not fox skin I pull on, but a girl's face Tonight we are solitary and we are solidaryCruel Nights
Tonight I wait.
by ~night-lock
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