You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
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1. Have you ever been in love?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. It's me and him
b. Our hearts beat in sync
c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. I couldn't do anything
b. I lost my balance
c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void?
Please answer clearly, in full sentences.
(Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2):
Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours
Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False:
i. It was your fault.
ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances.
iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him.
iv. You would do it all over again if you could.
v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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My daughter’s new pet is half deer, half fox.
They tumble over each other, racing through the valley,
their rhythm imperfect, she is human after all.
Half human, half something I can’t quite recall,
I don’t know him well, his fur is soft and smooth.
Little antlers, tiny twigs on his brow.
Hoofs like black pinpricks, needles through fabric.
At night he howls at nothing, he doesn’t quite know why.
His fur is soft and smooth ,
morning snow, untrampled, unbothered.
Black spots speckled by the bane of his tail,
an old scar from something he can’t quite recall.
I don’t know him very well.
He runs an endless trail past the river with my daughter,
in two step tandem, they’ve learned to act as one.
Half human, half deerfox, half nothing at all.
He looks at me, sometimes, with ink black misty eyes.
He licks my hand, leans his head on my palm,
as if the weight of the world is held
by the little twigs on his brow.
I am so far away from home, he says.
I will never see my mother again.
She is so far away, I am here.
I am all that there is, , anywhere, of me.
You understand me, he says.
We’re the same, brothers.
Half deer, half fox.
Half human, half something you can’t quite recall.
We walk in two step tandem,
Two parallel lines that touch without knowing.
We have never met.
We have known each other our whole lives.
We’re the same, like brothers, he says.
You understand , he says,
and I don’t know why
but I do.
I can’t recall.
The ' something I’m missing.
The bridge between me,
and all that there is.
I am all I can’t recall.
I am the tear left unstitched.
Half human,
half nothing, nothing at all.
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a life fast/tiny living through men
yet it so elaborate/mad/sordid
like a storm
the sun & rain in the garden shines
luscious/drunk/delirious/sweet/lovely
like heaven together but
they rip his/her/their light away
a symphony bitter/frantic/raw/repulsive/urged shot
you ache and cry
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