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A Whisper in Decadence
by Jennifer E. Hudgens
I have breached the eaves of every door locked
To this supposed heaven
In the hopes to find you, patiently waiting for my return
I have been promised a home here
My bare feet, dirty
Calloused.
Heels chalky crimson
Violet veins whispering surrender
Wrists, swollen in efforts to escape every sadist
that tried to break me
Hounds growling at my calves
Never satiated
I am deep in loss with running
From centuries of suffering
Always searching for your hands
To hold my face
To remind me I have fought, for nothing
But stillness
Can you hear the sound of my heart, breaking.
War, does breathe, like masochism
Between my teeth
And I am exhausted from collecting pennies on my eyelids
All..
For you to remind me that none of this ever existed
These rituals penned sacred by thieves
In the night
Chants whispered in secular twilight beneath an already angry
Sky
The corners of my eyes
wilted lily’s
Scented with the burden of atlas
Provided me upon the conception of my name
The name you have allowed so carelessly to slip
From your esophagus
Across your tongue
From out your betraying lips
Vision blurry
Knuckles tightening
Bruised
Hands shaking
I long to become dust
For you
Kiss this weary forehead, just once
So I know
That you loved me.
A Whisper in Decadence
by Jennifer E. Hudgens
I have breached the eaves of every door locked
To this supposed heaven
In the hopes to find you, patiently waiting for my return
I have been promised a home here
My bare feet, dirty
Calloused.
Heels chalky crimson
Violet veins whispering surrender
Wrists, swollen in efforts to escape every sadist
that tried to break me
Hounds growling at my calves
Never satiated
I am deep in loss with running
From centuries of suffering
Always searching for your hands
To hold my face
To remind me I have fought, for nothing
But stillness
Can you hear the sound of my heart, breaking.
War, does breathe, like masochism
Between my teeth
And I am exhausted from collecting pennies on my eyelids
All..
For you to remind me that none of this ever existed
These rituals penned sacred by thieves
In the night
Chants whispered in secular twilight beneath an already angry
Sky
The corners of my eyes
wilted lily’s
Scented with the burden of atlas
Provided me upon the conception of my name
The name you have allowed so carelessly to slip
From your esophagus
Across your tongue
From out your betraying lips
Vision blurry
Knuckles tightening
Bruised
Hands shaking
I long to become dust
For you
Kiss this weary forehead, just once
So I know
That you loved me.
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