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Cliffsides

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I’ve got an idea of what to do now,
and it’s not the right thing.

We’re all dreaming of cliffs these days;
I think of the perfect way
my body will break
as it kisses the rocks below—
tumble against the Berkshire shale,
copper as dried blood.

Neurosis:
my fingernails chip away at my outsides,
as if the flaking of my skin might clear my bell jar
of its stars.

I breathe in through my teeth,
remembering what the feeling of air
against the walls of my lungs means,
the devastation of pollen-stung alveoli.
But I will bury myself—
six feet to keep the water off, and the dogs out.

You are something cold lodged in my spinal disks.
Steady on, winter—
I want your needles in my skin
and the long fall of your blizzards.
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Not 100% factual to the present, but...definitely a bit of what's been up.

Bleh. Dunno about critiques on this one. Not sure about flow, of course, but getting anything down on paper has been a challenge.

PS. Creds to Sylvia Plath (Bell Jar) and Virginia Woolf - my heart is with ya, girls.
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I love the images you've painted - they all tie up really nicely together.