Lassitude and Longing



There’s blood on these hands
And death in the air
I’ve been gone for so long
That I can’t recall
Where it was I came from
O, but I have a destination
Someplace to travel
With my head held low
Solemnity can be the greatest of weapons
In the war against time and self

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Summer Legs


The susurration of corn fields
Omnipresent and lulling
Skin is blood-warm beneath the floral-patterned fabric of her sundress
The roof tiles are sagging
Windows thick with timeless dust
The sunlight pools on the creaking floorboards
Strawberry-blonde hair billows in a silken cloud
So exquisitely lost
Longing to never find our way back home



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