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what a thing to watch you trapped in the confines of your skin aching to peel yourself out. to remove the suit and become the stars.
By Kristen Balyeatabout 6 hours ago in Poets
How many times do I need to reduce you? Close the lid on the stew, lower the temp and lock the door. Wisteria bloom and hang like alveolar sacs
By Kate Kastelberg about 7 hours ago in Poets
You Reach My Inner Love So Sexually You reach my inner love so sexually, not with haste, not with a claim, but in the way you look straight through me,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
Week One The "PRE" week Bloating turns your stomach into a helium filled balloon Irritability is more difficult to wrangle in
By Jada Fergusonabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Before the first word was spoken there was this, your soul and mine circling each other like twin flames refusing to die.
By Latoya M.Dabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Tuesday night, and I am sat outside your room again, In the chair that is too wide for the space, Trying to keep my pain inside the lines
By Hannah Mooreabout 7 hours ago in Poets
It has been 50 years since The Eagle has landed— braving egress from your blue-green swirl of Earth into the astral plane,
If we could live underwater, our lives suspended in the deep sea where light is scarce and movement is slow, would you still have such a hold on me?
By F Cade Swansonabout 7 hours ago in Poets
