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Teeth

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All the words She

Keeps inside

Have little teeth.

They are eating their way out

Through the lining

Of her stomach

In objection

Of being swallowed.

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Winter Rain

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Cold winter rain falls on my

Face.

I like to look up when it is pouring

Allowing myself to

Get completely

Drenched because everything dries

Off eventually right?

It burns my skin

Yet chills my bones.

I love how it makes me feel alive,

My whole body

Shivering to keep me warm.

All the hairs on my body standing up

In protest.

I protest the protest and giggle.

And it always feels so delicious to get warm After

A good chill.

On to a hot shower and into

A pile of blankets

Until another moment shakes up all of

My senses.

Life presents

Continuous moments to marvel.

Read

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Read a poem.

Read it again

And again.

Leave it be

And return.

Keep reading,

Immersing yourself in each verse.

Pondering.

A sequence of thoughts pulling

You into

A

Myriad of emotions.

Seeing something more.

Feeling something more.

Every time you come back to the words

They seem to have grown

In depth and width.

Unending rhythms creating a

Cosmic beat within your heart

And mind.

Expanding creation,

Human metamorphosis.

Wake up.

Hit

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You

Knocked the breath out of her.

Hands hit skin,

Words hit heart.

She was fearful

Of everyone.

Scared to speak.

Scared to move.

To say the wrong word,

To give the wrong look.

Her legs always shaking step by step.

Heaven forbid a tear should fall

(You damn crybaby)

Her voice so small

(Speak up! Speak up! But only when I tell you to!).

Eyes on the floor.

Walk so very softly.

(Become the wallpaper upon the wall

Your fingers never touch)

When She breathes, if she breathes,

Hold it, listen.

(What the hell are you wearing?)

Do not move another step

Until

Television volume up high

To mask the sound of her

Existence.

(They walk among us)

The controllers and abusers,

The controlled and abused.

And Momma always said

You never know what goes on behind

Closed doors.

Word

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I have felt every word

He writes.

I collect each letter;

Capital and lower case,

Exclamation points,

Question marks and all.

I put them in my heart.

Little folded notes of love and disdain.

Magic spells to remind

Me

I am not alone.

And I tiptoe and

Dance to his lyrics

When I am solitaire.

Sometimes

In the forest

Under the moonlight too,

With a passion free.

Just me

And his

Smile when I close my eyes.

Tingling and giddy I cannot help but

Fall into an endless spiral.

Down into the

Moss beneath my feet.

Secret bliss.