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Credit for PainA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierCredit for Pain In that room again, nothing to read but old fishing magazines, donated by “office friendly” patients, the ones wi.. |
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Limping Through LunchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLimping Through Lunch She was limping when she crossed the bar, smiling through the pain, “now don’t you look so cute!” I.. |
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More about WaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMore about Water How desperate; looking through the lace of fine lingerie, spitting on the ground into curbside potholes. Perplexed. .. |
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For NowA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierFor Now Drunk by midmorning never so discontent or desperate, some say crazy. Perhaps? Muddled like old macaroni sitting in the sun, an.. |
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Rattle and TiltA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRattle and Tilt “get well soon.” she said. Walking the street as if never tumbled, scanning the ground for stray pill bottles,.. |
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Sugarland DriveA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSugarland Drive Sun drenched in the dusty den of some perverted old man, I hit my knees but not to pray. Has it really come to this? Pe.. |
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SoilA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSoil Screaming through the tears is most bothersome, willing and able to accept definitions, but no capacity for learning the differences in.. |
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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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HungerA Poem by Echo BrooksBDSM |
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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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