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The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you said
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Life as a Guardian"Jack, I think we should tell them about the Keres"
"No, the Keres turned into black sand the last we saw them and besides North has to get ready for Christmas it's only four days away. We'll tell them after Christmas" responded Jack.
"Fine, we'll tell them after Christmas" I responded.
Jack grabbed my hand and we flew off to go give snow days to children. Life was actually great I was a guardian, I had a boyfriend, and I got to bring joy to children. What could go wrong, oh yeah, there was that suspicion I had that if kids become afraid of what happened in Connecticut then that could mean that Pitch could come back. I hadn't told anyone about that expect for Jack, cause I couldn't keep any secrets from him.
"Hey, I see the kids that you use to help at the park" said Jack.
"Lets go visit, I haven't seen them in a long time" I replied
Jack and I flew down to go and have some fun with them. As soon as they saw us, they started waving. I gave each of them a hug cause I missed them so much
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