very temporary

the fireflies

in my mood ring eyes

m   a   t   e   r   i   a   l   i   z   e

they undulate and flicker

like molten clouds

or dying stars

hovering just above

an emerald pool

 their tiny fluorescent wings

humming wildly

illuminating the verdant water below

landing with childlike curiosity

on the hollow branches

of unspoken emotional absence

in an all too fragile refuge

find me there with a feral gaze

of occulus stardust

beneath a crooked halo

of burgundy hair

a benevolent sanctuary

marked “very temporary”

a. duncan, 2018

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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."

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