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- Poisoned, swollen, laid down,
your wings are torn, my dear.
All I have are these thin wrist
hands and magic touches but
I am the only healing
you are not allowed,
so you swallow white lies
and make them last long
enough to see the reason
that you eat them.
How does it all pan out?
Under the mistletoe,
under that pitcher you
brought me, so long ago,
the river was alive that night
you took me as far as I could go,
and then we went night
swimming in the ocean of stars,
you didn’t tell me I could die this much,
I could cry this much,
the ocean 🌊 my tears for the
drive in the morning, to the airport,
to the tsunami of my midlife tragedy.
I leave then, but for now, my end,
this ocean of stars is what I’m drowning in.
-Night Swimming 🏊♀️🏊🏽♂️by Fern Capella Allen
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- Who would have known?
A single teardrop streams down her pale face,
a single letter wrapped in lace.
As she fakes her final smile, who would know that this was the last,
glares and laughter fill the hallway, who would know the truth of her past.
Her hidden legs covered in scars,
her pain and hurt kept behind bars.
Who would guess the lies she was in,
who would guess the torture she'd seen.
A broken home filled with drama and tears,
her last pieces of hope eaten by fears.
She's tired of the misery, tired of her suffering,
sick of the world from which she has nothing to gain,
sick of the people that have caused so much pain.
So is this the end? Or is this only the start.
Is there anyone to heal her breaking heart?
Waiting for the sun to light up her days,
Warm her weak body with it's glistening rays.
Will anyone notice before it's too late?
Is she ready, is this her fate?
Will she let this all slip away,
Is there anything left for her to say?
With her glassy eyes and those faraway looks,
her steady walk and pile of books,
she walks down the halfway for one last time,
the bells in her mind have begun to chime.
she'll leave the people that have caused so much pain,
leave the world that has been so unkind,
and a single teardrop streams down her pale face,
but nobody notices as she leaves this place. ©zeivya
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- ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ 📍Sutherland Street, Melbourne. #melbourne #streetart
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