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Dear January rain by seasaltrose, literature

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Dear January rain

Aren’t you tired of falling? I’ll hold your grey-white catch you in my overcast We’ll wear the same monochrome my grey top frayed jeans to your grey top frayed jeans puddle-splashing in worn out galoshes and I’ll keep your promise of weaved hands past wrinkle and let you go a linger

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I Saw My Body Dreaming by MartenHoyle, literature

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I Saw My Body Dreaming

“I Saw My Body Dreaming” Gather, enshrouding dark to my supper. This is my body. This is my shame— My body! The last great deception. You see me caged in what I have loved— The final reflection. For so long, it was safe here— But it’s not helping anymore. I wakened in the night, Without disturbing my slumber. I saw my body dreaming— Somehow, I had left it behind, I saw the skin become stone— So much more than I had hoped for… The wars had been laid aside— What cares bedewed the sleeper’s brow Lay buried in the vestiges of blood, For long had the stone been bleeding, To bleed no more its own ruin. A sigh escaped the surrounding night. Stalking from these mortal relics. I placed my hand upon the sleeper, And found only grains of sand, Where once flesh was made stone. And amid the ruins of what had been Man Lay, end-to-end, the bones of his deities, Self-slain in offering to Their own shrines. What words did they speak, Beyond a fading cry of, “Who now shall say 'Amen'?” © 2023