I won’t carry your words to the mirror.
There’s no room in the silvered glass
for the twisted input of your reflections.
WordCrafters
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Seeing My Truth
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Waking Up from Anesthesia
Drinking champagne to forget
is like trying to love without feeling.
Pressing a broken heart through glass
won’t stop the bleeding.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Friday, June 5, 2020
Pillow of Fire
June arrives with its kindling
and I wonder how long I can
daydream in flames before
summer consumes me.
Friday, May 22, 2020
Splintering
dreams in broken glass
time travel of silent wounds
hiding in mirrors
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Monday, April 27, 2020
Weighting Trust
The madness of intimacy
is pouring your soul
into another’s heart
and trusting it will
keep your secrets.
Once the nightingale sings
it no longer controls the music.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day27
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - intimacies
Monday, April 20, 2020
Grave of the Moon
I am the sea
where you buried the moon…
the salted wound of a dying wish.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napwritmo2020 Day 20
#skyloverwordlist - salt
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Pressed Against Glass
april beckons hope
may will bloom with open arms
closed palms mourn empty
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 19
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - beckon
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