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Morning breaks clean and fierce across the sill.

I lay, waiting. Listening to you breathe

Crisp linens rumpled from a nights dreams woven in crimson and ochre across your brow.

As I lay beside you, I wonder what secrets crouch behind the small smile that plays across your lips.

You heart seems ever full, spilling over onto me even as you dream

 

 

 

the days

stretch wide and long[er]

i’ve noticed my heart beats slow[er]

more now

coming fast

a breaking to the left

it is no wonder i have lost my sting

thoughts

tumble

down

and

run through me

liken me to a washed out bed

more

now than ever

 

the laughter is stuck tight like a cork behind my teeth

biting into my joy

biting back the words

[more now] forgotten me [than ever]

within

the confessions of depression

the stink of decay coupled with a babes sweaty palms
the passing of seasons is caught where arms used to clutch
age runs away with LOVE
life
breathlessly
weighted
you lay in wait
   for your
      turn
to come back
             around                                    wings clipped and waiting

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Anna Cox