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Recovery

A Poem by Ariel B.

Morning comes gently,washing awaythe tarnish of dreamswith soft fingers of soothing mist.Grey sky - no piercing rays of sunto reawaken consciousnessof..

The Wake

A Poem by Ariel B.

We sit on hard chairsand our fingertips tasteof salt.We do not speak,for fear of losingall composure:faces setin carefully schooledexpressions - weare..

Filth in the Springtime

A Poem by Ariel B.

Moon in the gutter, rising below trash-trunk'd trees;moon was a June ruin,silver spoon snorting the breeze.Fell tripping on acid rain.

Stormy Weather

A Poem by Ariel B.

It's always raining In my head. You filter through In wet shades of grey, Leaving a trail of footprints Dripping salt ..

Dark Before It's Night

A Poem by Ariel B.

There's a chill in the airgets dark before it's nightfallen leaves break under footdressed in white. There's a green world swallowedby an absence of l..

Radio Silence

A Poem by Ariel B.

I’m falling in love with being alone, maintaining Radio silence, not at home to visitors today. Radio silence; the wor..

Elegy for a Shooting Star

A Poem by Ariel B.

Written for Selene's Synaesthesia contest (a topic which hits rather close to home; thank you for the lovely reminder!).

Slapzilla!

A Poem by Ariel B.

Ariel + sleep deprivation + too many old funk records = poems about Bootsy Collins (!).

and I, like the Serpent

A Poem by Ariel B.

shed my skinslash and burnthe edges, wantingout

Too Much, Never Enough

A Poem by Ariel B.

This is for every girl I knowwho sees the future reflectedin her own spilled blood:your prophet is false, dear one,sweet victim - that oracle lied whe..