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Her......
When the Subject is as complex as the Title
I asked someone to describe a particular Her.
We may not
Be able
To heal
Each others wounds
But we can
Compare
Share
And
Admire
Each
Other's
Scars
That's why we write and share
Mrs Timetable Apr 29
If your heart is divided
And both sides break
What is it called?
Quadruple
Heartache?
Psychiatric cardiology notes
This actually rhymes this time
Mrs Timetable Apr 26
Today feels like a dream
Years ago dreamt
Of when you left me
Alone in the woods
In a dark colorless cabin
You took the warmth
You took the light
You took your family
And you left me there...
Alone.
Today
Feels like that dream
Today felt familiar
Mrs Timetable Apr 19
In the heart of darkness
Is
A delicate candle
Fragile
Way
Down in the corner
Waiting...
Waiting in smallness
Hoping to
Light up
The wick is burnt
To a crisp
Bring a knife...
A gentle touch
And some matches
~
It feels like the anesthetic is wearing off

This circus of machines

From coin-operated hostility

To wholesale apathy refineries

They tell us it's winter down in the subdermal

They tell us the foundation has grown weak

Dislocation is a incoming storm

Mirrors are distorted screens

Placeholders really

In a city without children

Even the statues weep

Snow upon the ground that was once blood

Now an empire without heirs

Even the trees hate us

~
Sand witches, solar sisters, they are the
west coast in this part of the cosmos,
tied to the hip with American thighs
and Brazilian otherwise, donning
catamaran bottoms the color of
red liquorice and snuggly
they sit at their
international
dateline
as if by
magic
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