Time to Waste

Cigar Box

He is careful of us, next to each other, overexposed in sheets. Our bodies touching and visible between tongues of flame. With an anguished expression, we intended to burn.

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Haunted Houses

I’m afraid of smiles like drugs and red roses. I’m afraid of hand-me-downs, laundered with love, and worn white carpets. I’m afraid of beautiful memories, rusted and broken. I’m afraid […]

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Shiver

Uncomfortably cold, she didn’t sleep. She was on her knees, beside the fireplace. The bright warmth of fire and stars made her want to cry. Burning, she shuddered. The heat […]

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Salvation

Endless winter, a curious mixture of ghostlike grace, the dark, and patient cold. Their clothes soaked. Shivering, she found the feeling like turning her back on god.

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Delicacy

Wandering in veins, a residue of passion. Our bones remember temping fruits, ancient trees with a knowledge of good and evil. You are here to drink your fill.

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Daybreak

Fire glistens until my eyes crack, wet soaking the sky. The morning sun drinks the burnt parts of my soul, like water. My lips, painful so afraid this burning will […]

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Wasted

They are both drunk and she never sleeps. She wanted him against the pillows. Struggling, he didn’t seem to know he was so cold. She could see things. His heart, […]

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Beauty

You exist pinned to the mirror while letters pile up like time and birthdays.

shadow of eve poetry

by c. eve