I am breathless with the effort of this masquerade.
I drink in the moon and hide from the sun,
pretending I never did need to breathe.
Death-masked daydreams skitter before reddened
eyelids, throwing a lavender fantasy into sharp relief.
I can bury myself in a sex-scented reverie, but
I’ll still be trying to burrow into the blackened earth.
A pale kiss never could solidify this illusion.
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Published by C. Brown
C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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