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The Way it Happened

by fyarlgiles

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Cold sands

rolling

over dents and dunes

silent as death

and

only my chilly lips between to feel them pass–

At once, light

and stiff- a densely packed strip of shoreline

 separating east from west.

spit from swallow

speak from sleep.

I recognize this place.

It is where pale

strands of life

rest

on my nose

exhausted after being pulled

and stretched

It is where fingers sag limp

from grasping the wind

too tightly.

And you cannot help me

because only I am here

with my voice

breaking against that relentless wind

that tells me

I can never know the truth

though it is buried somewhere near

“The Way It Happened” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Agnes Cecile 

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With the Princess

by fyarlgiles

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after the war

I buried my eyes

-in the stones

-in the sky

where her blue body lies

They draped her in petals

as white as the moon

to soften the sins

that

leak–

—from her wounds

—-

her secrets

 smell pinkish

like strawberry wine

but

I see

the foul rot

that will

cloak her

in time

With the Princess by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Beauty Blooms Bold

by meaghanmerrifield

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beauty blooms bold

with a sweeping growth

so great

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yet tendrils turn treacherous

as the hours become late

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in an indulgent dance

they engulf the heads

they once meekly adorned

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each prickly bite

 unable to satiate

the aching  hunger of a soul scorned

“Beauty Blooms Bold” by Meaghan Merrifield

Perhaps

by fyarlgiles


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Would I have control over you

even if I could?

For perhaps, it is your challenge that poses me

in red robes

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And makes me stare in such a smoldering,

calculating

manner.

“Untitled” by Vanessa Cate 

Artwork: Severe Art by Ruben Ireland & Ddm by Hugo Barros

Letters from Limbo

by fyarlgiles

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I don’t know

if I am looking in

or looking out

of

that window in the middle of the sunset

but sometimes

my ears melt

into my teeth

and I am content

to be a thing

swimming

inandout

of

Oblivion

“Halfway to Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Fight or Fright” by Dessi Terzieva

Flourish

by meaghanmerrifield

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with a dark fiery flourish

everything collapses

slow and unsteady

the biting beat

emanating from sour souls slipping to sleep

once bold

brash

brutal

unapologetically indulged

slurped up the spit of the sea

blew bubbles at the sky and laughed as it cried

earned exquisiteness

all ends should be so utter

so complete

“Flourish” by Meaghan Merrifield

“Die in Despair / Live in Ecstasy” by Eugenia Loli

http://society6.com/EugeniaLoli/Die-in-Despair–Live-in-Ecstasy_Print

Building an Empire

by fyarlgiles

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whispers surf on the wind

seeking the minds of men

where to  conquer next, little dogs?

A world we have lived in

but never have seen

La Lune

by meaghanmerrifield

the sun scoffs at the self-indulgent moon

her rise

so slow

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captivating as she bestows

her effervescent glow

“La Lune” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Deborah Stevenson

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Silent Death

by fyarlgiles

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Frozen pond

with face of blue

iced and rigid

in the night

winter’s spell

upon it’s skin

even when

the sun shines bright

more warm than death

more cool than life

trapped

in

love’s eternal frost

The Storm

by fyarlgiles

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emerald castles torn from earth

thrash above us

violently

beasts and belles

 together fly

like sparrows

in her rageful eye

 though mother’s  mouth

is strong as steal

it wilts and dies

like you and I

when things come down

we’ll rest with her

in satin sheets

so tenderly

“The Storm” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse