her solitude was powerful like the moon commanding the sea

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I’ve danced nakedly in the light of the moon, basking in the illusion that I’ve created for myself. My skin is marble, milky and smoothed after years of exposure to the elements, now taken in to be used as a decoration for a life it’s not really a part of. They say the grass is greener […]

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Painted Faces on Parade

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 […]

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