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[poppy-field-forager]

A Tinge

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Is it better or worse

to be able to pinpoint the moment

That a brush of warmth

Across my shoulder,

Down my spine,

Along my waist,

Became a chill

that infects my skin

until I am all blue and

my eyes turn glassy once they have frozen

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[poppy-field-forager]

10 Gallon Tank

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I’ll build the walls

Glass, thin and transparent

Make them strong enough to hold us in

Strong enough to keep the pressure back

But allow everyone to see us

Watch as we dance together

Bubble, flurry, and mix

You will lay down the sand

Soft and shiny

But it will slip through your fingers

If you don’t hold it tight enough

So I will hold you

So tight

That your sand cannot escape me

I’ll warm it myself until,

Until the grains join together in the heat

And become the glass that holds us together

And you will hold me too

Keep my insides fed

Give me a place to rest my body,

Give me a place to plant my roots,

And I will keep us from falling apart

I will take the pressure

Without cracking, without splintering, without shattering

If you will make me more beautiful

So that I am presentable

And viable

And filled with life, purposefully

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[poppy-field-forager]

8:30 pm

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Sitting out in the mid October cold,

I feel the chill seeping through my coat from

the metal chair beneath me, but I will not

shiver

Why would I allow myself the pleasure?

The pleasure of reacting to my discomfort.

I know that god wants me to squirm, to

falter, to give in and go back inside.

When I watch the uniform and chaotic shimmers

in the waters before me,

How can I deny the order that created them?

How am I any different?

When I think to myself, that He isn’t there

No, he isn’t here

I have never felt closer to

The Euphoria of God.

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[poppy-field-forager]

Memory of a Siren

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Your teeth shine so bright

That they blind me from

The reality that they are there to

Tear me apart;

Gnashed together until

My skin is ground into nothing.

Your cheeks are so flushed

That just seeing them makes me feel

The warmth that comes

before you succumb

to hypothermia;

My muscles seizing up, until

I am permanently frozen in place.

Your hands grasp me so strongly

That I cannot imagine fragility

And forger that I am just sugared glass

And you are meant to swing through me;

Shattering everything until

My pieces are mixed in with the dust.

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