Barbed Branches
More by EverlastingWaves
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Thoughts after the fair
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.
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october, my love
october,
my love,
it is good to see you once again.
although it appears i have missed
your grand entrance,
while i left the room.
i walked along the street to visit you,
and looked up, -
scratches
skin pulled taut and tight
burning like the light
that seeps through cracks
underneath the door
from stray branches and walking
throughout the woods, balking
at the idea
of no path
water rests on skin
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