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Josef Desade

Scene end.

The curtain falls amongst a cry for help
Radio silence.

Static

The tapers burn low amongst a puddle of drying wax
Singed fur in the night sky
This too shall pass

Soul to parchment, the ink dries

Shimmering red
Running mascara

An ode, a eulogy
Forgotten moments
Edified ideology
A cleansed soul, lessons poignant

Rose water upon soiled skin
The past beneath a veil so thin
Whispers forgotten so soon
As bonds turn cold as the tomb

Shadows in the distance, fade away
{Slipping from sight}
A burning, a yearning for words to say
{Silence so contrite}

Wisdom of the owl
Hidden knowledge and primal howls
An illusion, reflecting skin
In the end, just another synonym.

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Kyle Slater

He loved her more than anything; but that type of weight always takes a toll on the recipient... A beautiful pain- what love is... She swam in oceans, while he sat on the shore line, he felt as if she'd admire his resolve- to stand and wait through storms for her... but she instead scoffed at the notion that they braced the same weather... Her, drowning at times- wishing he was there to drown along side her; while he would rather them both be able to breath together than die together... But he knows he cannot ask a fish not to swim, nor a bird not to fly- a flame not to burn... He loves her more than anything in this world; but she loves this world more than him... a bitter horse-pill to swallow... One day... just as a setting sun peaks it's beauty, she washes into shore- to see he is no longer there... no note left, no evidence he was ever there, does she care?... does she miss him?... he will never know... he will never ask... cause while still to this day- he loves her more than anything in this world, he knows one thing is even more certain... She belongs to the ocean… and he belongs to the shore.

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Airing Out Dirty Laundry
Porcelain Rose Depino

The humid air hits my face
And I feel as though I am suffocating
I try to push on because I need to get home
But my body doesn’t want to carry me

What feels like hours is only fifteen minutes
I know the accusations will start the longer I take
And yet I stay glued to that swing
Staring teary-eyed at the grass that surrounds me

Resounding chords ringing through my ears
Drowning out the vibrations of life around me
I do not know if anyone could hear me cry
I tried my best to hold my breath

I rock back and forth
As if to lull myself into peace
But is it really for me
Or for the Magic Bean quivering inside

I am scared for her
It is my fault she is in the middle of this
She does not deserve to hear the yelling
I know she is hurting and mourning

I do my best to stay calm
But the stress is nauseating
I thought that getting some air would do me good
But it just made me not want to go home

I am starting to realize that nothing makes you happy
No matter how hard I try to be your smile
You feel the need to take mine away
Because someone took yours once

I can no longer show my emotions around you
Because you twist them
Because you claim them as yours
Because you mock them

I drag myself home to be the “bigger person”
Out of fear for this little miracle
Wondering the whole way if the locks have been changed
Or if the police are there waiting for me

I open the door and it is quiet
Careful, egg shells
I do not know how but I stepped on one
And it was a landmine

Flashback now, cutaway land
Take me back to the humid air suffocating me
At least I felt something comforting in that
In this place I feel alone

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