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Don't Cut What You Can Untie"I'm sorry."Don't Cut What You Can Untie by SuperAelita
The silence unravels,
Spooling between us like the
I used to tie around my pinky
I feel where I used to embroider
On the cartilage of my ribs,
Years I stitched into a
Before he stole my thread.
RedThe wool scarf wrapsRed by SuperAelita
Around his slender neck,
Its color complimenting the
Rosy hue of his arched cheeks
And scarlet glow of his
Fingers have been dipped in
This time of year.
Cherries bloom beneath his
So elegantly planted at the tips
Of his slight digits,
Usually found skating across the
Keys of a piano
Like dancers on the frozen lake,
Now casually submerged
In the fur-lined depths of his
The wind's teeth do not
Instead, he stands tall
Like the steady light of a
His chin displayed proudly above
The folds of his handwoven
Daring nature's needle-pointed maw
To dig in and take a shot at us,
He in his corduroys
And I in my crimson
We look like tulips.
Poking out from the gentle
Drifts of white,
We find that it is not spring
Like we once thought,
But a much harsher season.
His favorite season.
I can tell by the way his
Bow-shaped lips curve
As he watches the flakes
Drift past his flushed face
1 AMSo much noise at 1 AM1 AM by SuperAelita
crowds its way into the quiet space
between the covers in the dark
jammed with static, the mind
is the antennae
Bent in the storm,
twisted out of tune and
slippery with rain
The remote has fallen
between the bed and the wall
and I cannot reach it
So I watch the dots
dance and take form and
expand into stars
And I write.
SynchronousA little girl waltzes to a tune in her head.Synchronous by rociobelindamendez
A young boy begs the streets for some bread.
A mother waits in a hospital room full of dread.
A groom smiles at his wife-to-be as they wed.
An old lady pulls the last bit of her thread.
A homeless man stares at a stores comfy bed.
A boy loves a girl; she loves a woman instead.
A teenager writes a suicide note to be read.
A drunk man doesn't see the truck up ahead.
A once minor virus, begins to spread.
A billion single tears are being shed.
An army of first-time soldiers are being lead.
A colourblind man see's a lady in red.
A heartbeat begins, after being pronounced dead.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
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