i can't explain
the tears ragged
at the edge when i
open up a workbook
collection of half-
suggestive memories,
why both urges claw
for slamming doors
or walking inside
poison years weary
and all i can think is
i wish you were here
whoever you are
lingering in shadows
in the deep corners
of my mind
fingernail tracing moon shadows
cast on your pale, white thigh
wondering why we must ever
only embrace this way in mists
acceptance creeps
it was never this lot
to be, longing & only
i see
i see
i see
a flash of steel in
the full of bleak moon's
pale face fading
behind stormcloud doubt
an imposter waiting
scarlet tears, dry rain
No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.
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