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Nightsong

It’s 3:00 am and the flutter of your wing breaks open the cocoon of our tangled limbs. The quiet enters and we are again unsteady; Scarred by the song of the cuckoo bird that you can’t drown out and I still cannot hear. I reach out my hand, blind in the darkness, hoping to grasp…

Ballerinas

Yemi sat in the back room and stretched out her calves. There was a dull pain in the arch of her right foot, but she doubted she could get a day off because of a minor injury like that. As she stretched, she flexed out her foot, taking the time to examine her toes. Honestly,…

Lower

Suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a sickly sweet smell wafting through the air, and it was hot. Scorching. Confused, I turned in circles and tried to make sense of where I was and why I seemed to be in line for something. As soon as…

Rush

The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.

02:37

Look only at me. Need only me And in return, I will carve Your name into my bones. I am yet to discover if this is love or Madness.

Apate

My lover! Her lips are as sweet as nectar That would lure a hummingbird to perch in the breeze; A laugh that could reach the devil through his gates And plant the seeds of redemption. My lover! Her eyes are as bright as diamonds That sparkle in the light of a dazzling sun; A gaze…

Cult of Ammit

What love, if not mine, could burn as bright? Against your skin it moved hesitantly. You were the clipped bird that taught me flight and watched silent as I plunged into the sea. You were the threadbare peace I found solace in, as rough heartbeats lulled me to sleep. At your hands, I forgot what…

Cracks

I move in the slow heat of your grip as you lead me through the maze of cracks in you, carved open by careless occupants of the temple that you no longer hold sacred. I see shame in the depths of your glances as you turn away from mine, tracing the scars left behind by…

Rose Garden

You seek a love patterned in roses that open and close to the eyes that watch as you twirl and bloom in crowded rooms. My love would strangle the buds before the first flower, pierce the flesh of wandering hands that would stop for a moment’s curiosity. You do wrong to search for freedom in a…