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The niece She never treat me no different than the rest My wavy long hair ain’t mess her over none She love me like she made me More than my momma could, I reckon Her smile never parts ways when she see me coming Like the rest of ‘em Say I’m half devil girl Say I think I’m high and mighty Forget we used to play mud pies together And under all that brown sludge – no one could tell us apart Antie love me though Like I ain't never felt Tol' me not to wait for no man Go out and make a way for my...

i. If this is what I think it is How are we to fall even deeper into Each other with/out Losing something important inside ourselves maintain the core of our family name ii. Struggle has tainted our teeth Eggshell white beige brown Buried beneath tongue And breath I’ve loved you Since we met At first kiss – I knew Heavens don’t split often And when they do Part ways for the meek and un deserving How do we do nothing? iii. Respond with meager shrugs iv. Kiss my temples Read my letters Say you...

i wonder if he will ever leave her standing in her own shadow cold from lonely skinned knees and teeth cracked from smiling until it hurt like she did him i wonder if it will make sense the pain that blinds you ugly rears medusa locks and snakes swivel turning to the joy of her curves when it was enough just to touch her, then find her scent in your sheets lather her heavy of your want and shoulders never heave in sight the distance wasn't the culprit it was the honesty in it's wake the mile...

there is never a moment that you will be able to possess completely you wont be able to save yourself or your heart only your memories he will leave you she will leave you with pictures and pets and nothing more than a selfish grin "i told you so" sneer in the wind and the heart wont grow fonder wont think of the bigger picture it will hurt and bleed burgundy pain shining through the chagrin spilling on your lapel staining the picture perfect idea that this shyt works out it dont not until y...

the silence - is what gets me leaves me rotting like ripened fruit untouched by their hands bruised by the passing of time accompanied by fragmented whispers no sunlight will penetrate my core seeds will fester with little fair for replenshing skin will lose its shine edges loosen and soften with unrequestered gestures still. the silence will remain for dissection within this lonely space