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Read between the linesIf you would have read between the lines that painted my wrist
…You'd see they taunted me
Fat, Ugly, worthless
It's all they seem to have screamed
However, their message changed
…when a new perspective had finally come around
Now all they shriek is,
You made it through
Tin SoldierShe wishes she was a violin so she could sing of tragedy and of sweetness and of wild beauty – so she could sing of giving and of grieving and of loss; of the crumbling of men; of the wandering; of the weeping; of her heart breaking anew at the rawness of this world. Her skin is too soft, her eyes are too wide. She is a fragile and hollow vessel. She thinks her bones are too light for these things she carries. She hates to sound precocious.
She wishes she was a violin so the world could draw its fingers over her and she would weep so sweetly that I could not swallow my sadness any longer but would let it burst forth from underneath my skin. A fountain, a pomegranate in a fist. A violin. She wishes the world would listen to it. She wishes the fountain of my song and the weeping notes were enough to empty my heart, because she swears she could fill it again.
We could be violins together, she thinks, and sing of our sadness and of our sweetness and of our grief. We could serenade the love
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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