You

•✖️• You Must realize By now These words Are written for You In fact You Do, don’t You? My clever Little Never Observant Little curse I see You Too, I see You Seeing me You Are he Who supersedes My alchemy You Are he Who foregoes In favor of woe You Are he Tasting My […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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naked eye

Surface of silver, unerring Obligated to none, as Sylvia told Pristine mimicry, save for subconscious Smudges of identity, an inheritance Without frivolity, such docile echoes Ghosts in the glass, void of flattery Objective oculus, brutalities bare Impartial lens, revelations of subtlety Arbitrator of self, quietly beholden To the naked eye   | a. duncan, 2019 | […]

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Till death do us part (Love exists)

Love is a sonnet recited over the speakers of a slaughterhouse. It does not smell the blood nor scrutinize the saw’s. It does not save us, nor can it. It distracts, temporarily. In moments of abject terror. A peripheral ode. White noise in a horror show. Played on the assembly line. To the most vulnerable […]

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within her

found by few and conquered by none the redolent library in her eyes  wild horses, white noises and whale bone corsets paper lanterns, piano wire and delft porcelain within her, without her there is a respite, there is a sonnet composed of grotesque romance, ebony ink and wanting where a raven is a writing desk […]

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Frida Kahlo

I am the steel corset and creased slacks I am the pain disguised in paint vibrant palettes bled by turpentine on drunken tirades, in fits of boredom I am the bewilderment of fading beauty the obedience of grieving the self portraits, naked laden with strangely conflicted expressions a phantom on canvas, the unseen genius agave […]

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v a l k y r i e

  he imagines me a valkyrie and lo, behold set thine adoring eyes on your divine be not beguiled by my empty Cheshire smile in his mind’s temples depicted victorious on sun kissed panes of wörsel stained glass fiercely cherubic his holy ghost some kind of beautiful banshee a sinner princess perched on a pedestal designed for […]

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