female diarist
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Light Blue
A desolation is creeping up, I see the slithering snake, gorgeous creature, it thinks ‘here comes the dragon.’ Your eyes I follow, The gargoyles start rushing, they vocalise“Away, o,From spell and raptureBreak it now, shatter the vase.” A string was attached, like puppet and puppeteer. Master and animal. Unmet l*vers. I took you seriously until…
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At Sea
Some days ago I was in such a grave state that I could see people’s skeletons through their body.My grief was such that I dropped my own temperature. I even blamed it on an unknown ghostly presence. I felt the ancient hand of the first grim reaper firmly holding my left ankle, ready to pull…
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Another Such Day
Rising, the volcano ashes, the sea levels, the fog in a dreaded morning walk. I can smell each of the season’s stereotypes. The public’s chatter in the stores, the back and forth of the clerks, the tapping of the cards in the POS.Memory is a spy dressed in black, walking a la pointe becoming undistinguishable…
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L.O.V.E
You have brought back a childhood tender loving care that appears to me was absent every night, there is a vacuum negating joy every step of the way for my little self.I have felt the pitchfork tyranny about four times total since we met. Triggered by my own inadequacy, by the sadness of unbelonging, by…
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You
How would I dare question these links?The inner workings of universal law beat our greatest comedians.Good luck dissecting mystery, as the unknown and unknowable prevail, trumping every seat of power.Amassing ignorant following, for what else can the following be?These inner workings are not a guessing game, nor a science.The inner workings demand submission, not theorizing…
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Dunas de un Cuerpo
I upset the emotional body and destroy democracy. It all burns an eternal flame. I am seduced by the Dunes that have kissed my neck and hair from morning to dawn. Large still paintings adorning a Hamlet flash memories of women souls whose frames I see randomly walking past me. I saw one of them…
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The Week Ahead
Still, the body, stillDaylight gnawing at our lone survivorPieces abound in piles of otherworldly debris.Which is earth’s, which is unknown in source?Metallic tesoros, alive, burning the storage room We modify time gaps as we perceive anxieties. Five days now seem like a round trip to the moon. 24 hours as a black pool of dubious…
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Unbecoming
I inuit you wish to live through me. I am apprentice to no mask maker, I will never hide with you nor from you. I come out to play and so should you. We may conceal ourselves in anoymity, yet we are the truest, the most genuine. Together we’ll be damned! A double life for…
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Childhood’s End
The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
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Singularity
As I lay on my bed I realize my mind is globetrotting. A big fragment of myself has been endlessly running without stop since early childhood. It has to. No one asked her to. She feels compelled to do it. The world starts weighing on her each time she slows her pace. Resting is simply…
LA MVNDIA 