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VII
A Chapter by
Tkess
When yesterday's words become tomorrow's voice. Love and promises spoken with the same besotted tongue. Midwinter days become a season of..
VIII
A Chapter by
Tkess
The snow has stopped for now, though I still smell of cold. All silent except for a candle. The flames writhe in the darkness like a wo..
IX
A Chapter by
Tkess
These lazy days Where the mind travels further than the body We are caged like animals against the cold air Days broken and limping ..
X
A Chapter by
Tkess
Morning dew Mixing with the sweat of night, A little black dress Evening transgress Dark eyes beneath tobacco brunette hair Hanging, an a..
XI
A Chapter by
Tkess
Start with a Bloody Mary and a slice of toast The breakfast of champions with a less than holy ghost She once told me clouds are water in..
XII
A Chapter by
Tkess
Let us go, you and I With the evening spread against the sky This curtain closed on an empty stage We will walk these lonely streets ..
XIII
A Chapter by
Tkess
Fingers of daylight close like an empty fist. The city is darker than black. The day's almost midnight and secrets have been passed. Drunk..
XIV
A Chapter by
Tkess
It's hard to think of us alone on this rock; spinning, spiraling. Just a black and blue contusion on the edge of the cosmos. Then..
XV
A Chapter by
Tkess
A candle burning soft. Long tongues of flame licking the belly of the night. Hopes or dreams or thinly veiled wishes have long forgott..
XVI
A Chapter by
Tkess
Sometimes the streets gray concrete creeps up on me. The night begins to swim. The moon like driftwood bobs across the sky, as ..
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