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[14nuns]

High up in the courts of heaven today, an angel dog awaits— waiting for her family down to blow the eleven candles out.

— 14nuns, beloved Wappie.

[14nuns]

A saint, holy water— a church where my sins are buried.

— 14nuns.

[14nuns]

Despite the chaos around her, she felt shielded— cocooned in the moment of intimacy.

— 14nuns.

[14nuns]

My tongue tangles and my teeth feel cold, please do not look at me like that.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

“Smile a bit more” she said.

Where do I put this rage.

Where do I put this rage.

Where do I put this rage?

— 14nuns.

[14nuns]

Cold blooded, stoic demeanour— beautiful tragedy.

— 14nuns.

[14nuns]

I can not rest, I can not stand still. I need to be more than just human.

— 14nuns.

[14nuns]

I have spoken to my best friend without words, our connection buried deep within our roots. You taught me that loyality is found in actions and not in words, my furred friend.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

“When we grow old, we’re going to have a garden”

He said.

“A garden where we grow daffodils”

And as years pass, I am surrounded in daffodils like you promised. Hugged by their petals that remind me of the way you held me.

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Their stethoscope is placed on my chest. They ask if I still mourn over your death and I say no, but they find a dog shaped heart— beating in your pulsation.

— 14nuns, beloved mavi, don’t leave yet.

[14nuns]

Maybe, just maybe— the world will be kind and not take you away from me.

Yet.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

The news falls heavy on my roof, please don’t let my recently built home cave in.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

Words fall like missiles, I don’t want to hear it.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

Move your feet upon the rhythm, make it feel like filth— when you dance on my nerves some more.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

I sit and stare and the only thing I can think of is how my chair feels like casket on days like these.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

My lovely friend, the pain has overwhelmed me a bit more today. Your tired bones were unable to keep you from walking further and instead they carried you to the other side of this world— of me. I will end this poem as peaceful as it started, you are missed, my lovely friend.

— 14nuns

[14nuns]

And as those fingertips drag up and down on my skin, you sew me back to life.

— 14nuns