Burnt Roses & Oversized T-Shirts: A Free Write

 

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3 July 2019

 

Long nights

Never long enough. . .

El bosque y amor pero no dice. . .

Pero no dice

I can’t quite figure out what to say. . .

Always push too soon. . .I guess it was better that way.

Side-eyed glances. . .

One, two, three

They’re watching us through the window steam-

Moonlight glaring

Four, five, six

Fist to amethyst-

I’m never letting go.

Seven.

Seven.

I’m tired of writing self-involved bad poetry. . .but I think it’s time to get it all out.

Dance around the dining room.

Off lights.

Turn around.

Off lights

Moonlight.

Moonlight.

Oh how the moon was light.

My fingers are aching to type this next line

Pero ellos no como 

Hand in hand

There are certain things that are better left unsaid

Unwrapped.

Birth,

Another five letter word for

Death. 

No quere vivir para seimpre.

Burnt roses 

Oversized t-shirts.

Cotton stampeding through the breeze. . .

Somewhere,

Somehow,

Intermingled

Overgrown 

Sunflowers and bamboo reeds

2012 intermingling with 2019

Tiempo Pretender.

 

Anniversary 

An eleven letter word for 

Tragedy.

Bloodied lip

Bitten 

Burnt

Oh so very burnt. . .

Bowls and coffee cups.

They say 

“. . .but it is what it is”

And I’m like,

“And so it is.”

And the only remnants of what was

Are scrapbooking serenading themselves to sleep,

Like,

La da da da da

La di da

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