We stood on top
of counter tops
Dancing
To a backdrop
of pop
and hip hop
Before they came in
watching
in backdrops of silence
As if we were
some sort of science
they had a licence
to take apart.
As if we
we needed
to stay
in their silence
;
When that’s all we
ever
danced away from
,
in backdrops
of silence
and watching counter tops.
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Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Rhythmic
I found myself
in a room
pervaded by an oxymoron
of darkness
and
innocence
Watching,
as you began
to pour
your darkness
into my light
in a might
of flashes
flickering
the ashes
of innocence
into gases
That ignited
blurs
of
memories of “-”
Before the light was finally let in
;
3.00 AM
Morning
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Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blur
Photograph: Dmitry Ermakov
Hours turned into minutes
as if time was ours
As our words
spilled out
in bouts
of
ascending gradation
in an intoxication
that held
an infinity of potential
ramifications.
that held,
before they descended,
into a combination of vexations
and unfulfilled expectation.
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Photograph: Nicole Mason
Their
pupils
converged
like pupils in rooms
waiting
for
classes.
Hiding
behind
fences
they called eyelashes
they
scattered
matches
Prepared to burn
in sojourns
before
they were extinguished.
Living those matches
burned and converged
in its remains
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In my chase after it,
I found myself standing on top of corrugated iron.
It was
loosely placed
across gaps of space
But
I didn’t know that.
Leaving me,
watching it collapse
into swamps of green and brown
As it
pulled me down with it,
where sounds
drowned
into desperation
And breaths
digressed
into scarcity
Leaving me,
in that gap of space
Trembling.
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