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I do believe in Faeries.They don't shy away from the light,
these things will take you
in the most public of places.
It isn't painful, at first.
They will taunt you with the most
rich foods and sweetest ciders.
Saying no is not an option any longer.
Only then, drunk with pleasure and sweet caresses,
will you notice the pallid color of their skin.
The abnormally elongated spines,
the double-jointed limbs,
the hollow backs,
vines growing underneath flesh.
Only then will you realize that the gentle touches
are actually thorns biting into your skin.
And the cakes you are eating
are merely bits of moss.
But you no longer have the ability to care.
Your eyes are empty and lifeless,
like a child's toy.
OpheliaAfter promised a paradise;
gentle kisses and lifetimes of love:
Ophelia still drowned.
I'm sure she would explain,
but her lips are blue and drawn
in a tight icy smile
filled to the brim with the mischievous plot -
to take her secrets with her.
Secrets spill over her lips
in the form of pond water,
strands of hair, and stray flower petals.
Entrusting a lifetime of knowledge,
only to the passing silver minnows
darting past her sparkling eyes.
Missing youIn taking your leave you bring a piece of me with you;
I'm sure I would feel empty, but I have a piece of you too,
the piece that tastes like rain and cigarettes.
Your face is frozen in my mind,
smiling as you bend down to clip luggage tags;
joking about weight restrictions.
It's almost like you will stay frozen like that,
like a movie on pause, until I see you again.
I don't want to speak any time soon because you are too far to hear me.
I don't want to eat
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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