Tag: reflection
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Mirrored Morning
The forest wakesbeneath an autumn shawl of gold,while fog slips softly through the treesas if the morning feels the cold.A doe bends low beside the stream,a fawn stands still, unsure, amused,their mirrored shapes in quiet waterlook twice as shy and twice confused.The leaves hold secrets in the mist,the reeds lean close as if to hear,and…
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Deadly Flesh
The flesh makes promisesit was never born to keep.It says, take what you want,feed every hunger,call every craving freedom.but some appetites arrive smilingwith graves hidden in their mouths.Sin does not always enter loudly.sometimes it comes dressed as pleasure,soft as velvet,warm as skin,sweet enough to make consequencefeel very far away.The body reaches.The spirit warns.and somewhere between…
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the lonely place
there is a lonely placewhere your name still breatheslong after you stopped. a place beyond missing,beyond grief,where love has nowhere left to goand so it stays. you were the soul of my soul,the quiet inside my quiet,the hand my spirit reached forbefore i ever knewi was reaching. now the rooms feel larger. the bed keeps…
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The Woman Who Missed the Miracles
She sat on the porch each morning with death gathered in her lap. Not the death of bodies, but the quieter kind—the dead things people carry long after they have ceased to nourish anything. False holiness polished until it shone like brass. Gossip tucked beneath her tongue like a bitter mint. Pretenses pinned carefully to…
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What Heartbreak Leaves Behind
No one comes back the samefrom heartbreak.You return carrying piecesof yourselfyou do not remember breaking.Your hands still look like your hands,your face still answers to its name,but something beneath the skinhas shifted.You learn how silence can bruise.How an empty chaircan become a presence.How a song can findthe one woundyou forgot to cover.You become carefulwith doors,with…
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Why My Heart Turned Blue
My heart turned blue on a Tuesday at three, while the clock lost a minute and stared back at me. The kettle kept singing though no one made tea, and the walls leaned inward suspiciously. I searched in the cupboard, under the bed, between all the things we should never have said. I asked the…
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Dirt and Leaves
Dirt and leaves beneath my feet,crushed by rain and summer heat.Brown and gold, they twist and spin,hiding all that sleeps within.The wind arrives and makes them dance,lifting each by happenstance.Then down they fall, as seasons please,soft as whispers through the trees.Dirt and leaves, the old earth knows,from what has fallen, something grows.For every ending underneathbegins…
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Imagine
Imagining what I think he meantwhen he said that he would never leave.He meant not right now—but some day.I heard foreverbecause forever was what I needed.I filled the spaces between his wordswith promises he never made.A pause became hesitation.A touch became devotion.A night beside me became a lifetime,and every almost-loveI dressed in certainty.He never said…
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In Silence
And we sat there in silence,not a word spoken,but spoken just the same.Your eyes said what your lips would not,and mine had grown too tired to ask.Between us lay a thousand words,each one wearing silence like a mask.The clock kept talking for us,tick by aching tick,while shadows stretched across the roomand something in us slipped.No…
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