In a blink, the stars within
His hands vanish,
Swept into a lather of ink
And secrets that will not
Relinquish themselves.
–
In a basket of flesh and shrapnel
A magpie builds her nest,
Clever eyes enunciated
By the moon’s ripe entreaty.
–
His heart catches in the crunch
Of her deciduous hunger.
He sees no chance but grips
Her instinctively and with a force
Sufficient to finish them both.
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I am back in school and while the commute is shorter (transferred schools) and the schedule more consistent it is still an adjustment. Wednesdays and Thursdays are my longest days and I have to get up very early in the mornings. I am exhausted. I am also not very adaptive so it will take me a while to get this organized.
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