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CurvesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierCurves There were so many curves to her body; clay and mud and straw. She danced at noon, and felt the pain in her back by midnight. .. |
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MuzzleA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMuzzle It is not sleep that calms nerves in such a mad world, there is no magic on the sad side of morning. Or mourning. Placated by slo.. |
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Pride and RoseA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPride and Rose Hard to let go of something so meaningful, pride; somewhere in the collection pan of an orthodox church. Where underneath .. |
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Spoon and StitchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSpoon and Stitch She sits sedated, tapping her toes and pulling on her fingers, the smell of antiseptic tingles every bone in the circumsta.. |
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8 IncheA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier8 Inch The pain of hunger bothersome at best, I’d settle for crust about now. Famished; not in the classic sense, but one of wantin.. |
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LottoA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLotto Wondering; while the world slows down, a flickering light in dull grey mornings. Not the fog of the dream, but in the mind, beli.. |
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AnythingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAnything Infinitely infested by the bothersome bugs scratching my skin. Almost invigorating. They crawl into holes I have made for them,.. |
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StarlightA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierStarlight Bringing down mountains just as subtle, as standing in small spaces. There is oil in the reeds, and on the duck, and under the .. |
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ChristineA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierChristine She lives down the alley though it sometimes feels like miles, usually closing her eyes just as I open mine. But we get to see ea.. |
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Taste of ShadowA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierTaste of Shadow Unlike other beginnings, it was in the taste of a shadow that I found meaning. The coarse feeling of a working mans hands.. |
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RRRA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRRR To remember, to be remembered, remembrance; all acid in the wash of a coroners table. Long strands of synthetic burgundy colored.. |
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Sunflower of TrustA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSunflower of Trust Aggravated aggression running as fast as I can, and getting nowhere. I just want a little peace to call my own. Or a .. |
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Lemon MistA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLemon Mist In particular anger; a tinge of lemon mist circles the air, puckered. It feels like fingers wrapped around the heart, leaving .. |
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A Self PortraitA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierA Self Portrait I am reaching from scented candlelight, into a space just big enough for my feet. And I pick lilacs, in dreams with Edga.. |
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Wine PartyA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWine Party The act of being in altered states, making dry desert sand, into salty ocean waves. Pulling open my lashes to let the sun in .. |
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Working? HardlyA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWorking? HardlyNot surewhy the anger was there,it just was.His voice made herbody shake,her bones quake,her ears ache.The radio was playingsomething h.. |
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The Shut DownA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Shut DownIt was the profilethat shut me down,the way the mirrorswings off its hingein the bathroom,it caught me by surprise.Spotting the clump of .. |
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PatienceA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPatienceMislead;an unwanted adventure,more like,the licking ofthe ice cream bowl.She screams “Patience!”most impatiently.And bares her sou.. |
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He is AwakeA Poem by Kaden Sylversa poem about the female-to-male transition process, and about identities and masks and how people are always changing. About figuring out who you rea.. |
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TurnstileA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierTurnstileThe mornings have strange echoes,old bones creekto the soundof digitized Elvis recordings.Medication is passed outin small pastel cups,baring.. |
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