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marigoldsforher Β· 28 days
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cannibal
you.
your hair
burnt, receding, greasy.
your eyes
amber, dead,
twitching, struggling.
your mouth
snarling, fine-lined,
lying, rotting crocodile teeth.
your nose
stained white, gasping for air,
broken, sticky.
your heart
moldy, frozen,
cracked, infected,
tendrils reaching so far away,
abandoned.
your mind
overworking, snatching, selfish,
dead fingers, groping,
old wounds ripped open, dried blood,
a ghoul, cheating death,
hurting.
you're a zombie.
haunting the child inside.
your jagged fangs squelch and chew.
you've torn apart everything.
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marigoldsforher Β· 28 days
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An Ode to N and S
curly brown hair,
a gentle touch on my arm,
cold thoughts are reheated like a microwave.
awkwardly, not just the same,
but perfectly enough to enjoy.
the scent of spicy chicken noodle soup,
or a relaxing, reassuring Shabbat dinner,
or haphazard grilled cheese at 11 pm,
fills with me with solace
and hopeful recollection
that I am safe with you.
I know for a fact
that in another life
we were lovers.
as if we aren't lovers now,
buried in each other's endless arms
each and every day.
we pull away sometimes,
but we always push back together.
we will love others
but we will still turn to each other.
we are like the tides,
our raging hearts and minds filled with
seafoam, moonlight, and love.
You guide Me.
and I'll guide You.
Forever.
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