Look up, love…
our marble-like moon
is half itself tonight.
Its blanket of gray matter
swimming in a sea of white,
missing all the parts of them
that paint them complete.
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In Weeks
I longed for the days
when lipstick
painted her lips
and mascara veiled
her eyes,
for the beast has
gotten the best of her
and robber her of her life.
Lips turned pale
and eyes sunk deep,
her cheeks
haven’t seen color
in weeks.
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Weight of a Feather
Karma
Writers…
Lights Out
Memories
Greedy Heart
Weight of Tomorrow
The Beast
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