FRAGMENTS
Down days... Loneliness grows on my limbs like vines waiting to bear fruit. My breather plays out melodies no longer left to be sung. // My skin does remember though. Subtle pulsing beneath fingertips eager to claim stake in what has been theirs well before the beginning. Let my curves belt your praises, May my body dance a song written out just for you. My knees know the lyrics & this heart can keep tempo. You just have to promise me that this tune won't fall on deaf ears. 'Cause I don't have it in me to pick up half notes scattered from the ground. // 'Cause I don't have it in me to collect fragments of myself from the ruins of your absence. Remember... Pieces only have value if they have purpose. So... until you have room for me, I will simply remain here // Replaying the possibilities... Hoping one day this song will be more than just ||the melancholic melody of my mind.
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*Freelance writer: poetry, spoken word, playwright, screenwriter. Here to share the writing that frees me on a day-to-day basis. *
October 2020
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