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life
to live
held by a single promise
that your next breath
will allow you to breathe freely
when you won't accept that
even the best people
get cut short
that maybe your last breath
was used for a balloon
that sailed to the height of the moon
or used for the wind
that gives chill to baking bodies
I tell you!
your breath is powerful
and even when you are powerless
your words travel depths of sea
forests of evergreens
now proceed
and remind yourself to breathe...
@Copyright Kaitlyn Marie
My touch can start brush fires.
My fingers are ***** matchsticks,
the kind your mother warned about.

My petaled lips spark against yours
like flint against steel.

My volatile breath, an overcast of smoke
creeping from the belly of my throat.

My twisted tongue douses your chalky skin
with fuel, a gasoline spreading to your logged limbs.

I leave your organs to curdle,
and by morning glow,
you’re nothing but a burn victim.
I wanted to be light so I swallowed the sun.
A ten word poem.
Nothing.
A void.
A dissemination of figures from a reality I cannot avoid.
**** me now.
Both angels and devils, their pettiness and frugal lifestyles mean nothing to me.

When I die, I want nothing but rain as a tribute.
A refreshing remembrance of all I could do, and all I never did.

Hard as coal, soft as hail.

**** me, and I'll sing.
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