- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sleepless
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Cold stark black and white and absent of any gray
The edges are no longer blurred and I am as cold as death
What I wouldn't do to feel warm again, to feel safe?
My life is full of images, too fast to catch hold of
Painful flashes of unfocused memories, police lights on the blackest of nights
In my chest a frightened bird, trapped, trying to tear me from my dreams.
A closed fist is reflected in the angry mirror of the monster's eye
Slowly drifting toward me
I am made of ice
Contact jars and turns, twisting the world around me
Sluggish blood pours from cracked lips
The air trembles as I drown one last time.
This is not love
The thought comes too late
This is not love.
A pastel pink chalk outline on the pavement
A young girl skipping rope on the sidewalk.
Her feet beat out a message on the cracked concrete
Like a fist, over and over and over
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Click.
Just like that, it stops.
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