r i s e

r  i  s  e

rise for her

rise on command

close your eyes

follow the clandestine voice

1, 2, 3…

you are mine

m  i  n  e

levitate in a fever

meditate on the avarice

be her matinee

there’s no difference

between

this hypnosis and

f  o  r  e  p  l  a  y

let her conjure

let her try

r  i  s  e

rise again and again

you know

you can’t have her

so she’ll fuck

your mind,

instead

a. duncan, 2017

 

 
photo credit: Robert Cornelius Photography

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

10 thoughts on “r i s e

      1. I’m doing well! How about yourself? I missed you as well. My apologies for my absence – sometimes our hearts scales get weighed down and we need some time to …. be. I am always so honored by your lovely feedback!

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