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Salt, Pretending

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Image credit:  Generated with AI (OpenAI image model) Suddenly it seemed crystal A one-eyed fantasy A door once Perhaps only the memory  Hinges breathing in a language she refused to learn Stood long enough to become Part of the frame Ever so often closing Leaving skin on the wood Dust learning her name better than she ever did Somewhere a bell kept ringing Not for her Never for her She answered anyway... again and again A mistake repeating itself into ritual Thinking revelation would come Instead it came as subtraction Faces erasing themselves mid-smile Streets folding back  Into unwalked thought Remembering  Leaving Or being left The difference dissolved quietly Salt pretending it was never ocean Symbols carved behind her eyes Rearrange when she sleeps Spelling truths Waking up Too human to believe Someone once told her everything returns They forgot to mention Parts that refuse Fragments that drift  Unclaimed even by time Now she carries a map With no origin ...
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Fragments of Space

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split skin bleeding raw aching for mother’s warm lap lying six feet down *** meadow of daisies newlyweds share blood-stained vows bullet through the head *** gazing empty eyes bat-signal etched into skin no one to answer *** fires ravaging desolate ash-choked acres forget-me-nots bloom *** lips on tattooed skin a society sneering a dog wags its tail *** bloody footprints trail shattered glass piercing the soul eyes fall with the night *** a fleeting caress moonlight plays with the curtains stars flicker awake
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In Favour of Gentle Things

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Image Credit:  Generated using OpenAI’s DALL·E This should be a happy one, The kind that invokes frolicking puppies, And blossoming daffodils, That makes the rooster crow in the morning, And mothers sing lullabies at night. It should elicit that feeling, Of long walks on beaches,  Lovers gazing into each other's eyes, Summer humming in through a song, And snowflakes resting in the palm of your hand. Maybe you'll be reminded, Of fleeting crushes, and the one that stayed. Of unsaid ever afters, Promises silently made, hauntingly kept, And gracefully returned. It should linger softly, Like sunlight caught in forgotten rooms, Dust twirling where laughter once echoed, Like coffee cooling on a shared table, Unrushed, unafraid of time. Maybe it stays with you, Long after the page is turned, In the courage to hope without guarantees, In choosing joy despite its brevity, In believing, still, in gentle endings.
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Another One

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     Is there beauty in grief?  Beauty in the cruelty of fate?  Where days take away lives,  Lives that have strived to survive.       Is there beauty in mediocrity?  Periodic extensions of check ins and disappearances In the softness of her touch And finality of a soul crushed.      Where's the beauty in grief?  Watching loved lives slip away  when you needed them to stay Did you find the beauty in her vulnerability ? Her mellow eyes relaying Mortality.      I kept the dying roses Left them to wither away with time Time won't heal their wounds,  Even if they pray to a power divine.
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