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     She stands at the opening of the cave, barraged by darkness, fingers tingling with adventurous anticipation. Sweat starts rolling down her breastbone, eyes twitching and adjusting, shallow breathing heaving her rib cage out like a beast trying to rip forth into the world. One step, two steps, stop in fear. Reaching up to wipe away sweat, she tastes the sweet saltiness of adrenaline. This is it, the moment where a choice resides on her consciousness, take a third step or spin around and sprint into the light. She knows what she must do, suck in a deep breath and hold it. The deoxygenation propels her legs forward, stepping quickly with de

Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself When I can no longer control it. Thoughts of everything flood in. The gears and wires spin delicately, Replaying all my memories, A movie reel that spans two decades. When I get like this, I find a peace in this feeling of home. It's an inspring nostalgia. A crisis of the heart or mind? Maybe both, But I push on and find a place of calm. And that is how life must be lived, Stumbling confusion combined with forward motion. When I figure out what to do, I will not fall.

I brush my fingers lightly across your skin, Soft and beautiful golden brown, With a shy hint of shadow. I drown myself in your eyes, Curved with love and kindness, Reflecting your passion into my bloodstream. I crave your giving lips, Smooth, black charcoal hair, And mind swirling with adventure. You love me with each breath you take, A desire that never falters. My love for you is unconditional.

Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in a sea of nothing, The liquid clear for all my loved ones to see me fall deeper. The remnants of a person I used to be lay at the surface. With each breath I try to take, I fall further and further away from them. I cannot expel the weight that has seeped into my lungs, So I can only let myself fall And watch faces disappear with depth as it becomes too dark. The only saving grace in all of this Is that when I finally hit the bottom, I'll already be gone.

It gets too crazy in my mind to write sometimes. A pen in hand shakes, The turbulence creating jagged letters And missing spaces. I go so numb, Or scramble into pieces, My fingers can't keep up With all these changing feelings. What is there to share for it, But a jumble of useless words? Yet somehow, when you read again, Every line is perfectly sensible.

I curl up in the jacket you let me borrow. It's a little too big and it smells like you. The cold outside nips at the tips of my fingers And sends shivers through my feet, But my mind is warm, Since the jacket is knitted with your embrace. The aroma surrounds me. Eventually I stop noticing Because the scent blends with mine. I can feel the cloth that has touched your skin Connect to mine, Sending warm flames throughout me. This jacket holds the love you whisper in my ears. It keeps a piece of you near me when the wind blows too cold, And all I can do is shake without it. This is the piece you gave of you. The piece encompassing my soul, I w

I still see you in my laughter sometimes, Since a part of you became me, Like all the other stamps From everyone I've ever known. Your stamp is a big one, Whimsical, laughing youth Displayed above the postage price, Pressed against the front of my mind. The tearing open of a letter, Breaks it apart into age and time. I discard it on the table, And cover it with paper after paper. Like my shadow, You disappeared with the setting sun. At night, mail never comes, And after a while, your stamp will fade away.

She fell in love with people, The delicate intricacies of the human mind Her fascination. She opened her eyes to a secret world Bursting with adventure, And savored every midnight hour. Her loneliness had been eating her for years. So with a sudden smirk and vengeful look, She bit back. Life became a playful challenge, To discover the simple pleasures in all hearts And reconnect the pieces of her own.

Fabric of you is still threaded through my sheets. If I look closely, I can pick them out one by one, And lace them around my aching feet, Course them through my naked torso, Holding together the pieces with loving needles. I still see you hanging on every drop of liquid crystal, Every swirl of heavy smoke, Fleetingly passing me your eyes. I hear you in my breath, My jaw shuddering with each whisper. These ghosts dance around my sleep, Melting their hands with my skin. They tattoo your smile onto my fragile frame, Encode your laughter to replay in my ears, A permanence not undone by waking. I lay hidden within these stone walls, Ghosts tr