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did i ever tell you about the night i fell out of love with you?
Moxxy Rogers
i kissed the sky
and made
the moon watch
grey blankets covered
the horizon
the last ribbon
of orange
stretched across
the distance
between you and
me
you held the sun
and made
me watch
time loses track of me
a sinking syncopation
a pocket of touch
a momentary lapse lost in
a trailing thought
the air gasps for a
fresh breath
of you
and instantly drowns in
itself
we stole the stars
and made
the planets watch
the ocean turned black
billowing beneath myself
brewing by the shore
when you reached
your hand through the vacancy
and clutched
the void
in between your fingers,
when i screamed so loud
the clouds shook with a storm so fierce,
when you only saw me
when nobody was looking,
when the earth
caved in under the pressure
of a last goodbye and left a crater
in the shape of
you
for the first time,
holding you in the
palm of my hands,
you looked so
small
i touched the edge
of a black hole
and made
the universe watch
she became so wild
with jealousy
she collapsed
into herself
and there — in the cosmos
drifting between
where your lips
never met mine
— a waiting
— lingering
— anticipating
— suffocating
— silence
i fell in love
with the existence of thought
and made
everyone watch
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My power does not lay
Emma Butterfield
in the yearn, the burn
at the top of the summit
or how much I suck in
the gentle protrusion
of my stomach
Rather,
it flies
in the ripples of laughter
that grace
the shore of my life
in the wilting rope
I’ve replaced
with lace,
flowing with hope
in the silhouette of my soul
the labor of love
and the way I’ve unleashed
myself,
freer than a dove
In the tears
that are no more
and no less
than allowing myself
to finally express
In the whistle of the wind
carrying me
to here
to now
and how
I’ve discovered
that often
the hurt can endow
In realizing I am
an animal,
under a golden muse
with prairies
green sanctuaries,
no robot
created simply
to do what I ought
For I am the thunder
that strikes
as she wants
I am the roar,
ground trembling
beneath willing claws
and I am here to remind you:
if the mirror dares try
to claim your power,
please reread this.
take a breath
take a
pause.
Please realize:
you are what shakes
the valleys of your soul
you are the glow of the moon,
no matter how full.
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lucid dreaming
Cody Popish
