Tag: writing
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good morning, Belguim. (november)
they left. everyoneeveryoneeveryonehas left. i’m numb,i can’t be sad anymore. the hiccuped tearsfind their closure. in the deepest of subconscious knowings- isn’t this what i wanted? somehow, it just doesn’t feellike what i wanted. the abandonment is the adhesive-blinders on. novemberdims the skies, for fairy lightsand other worldly realms. now is the time, to write the book. i begin. one thousand. two thousand… words… time,now measuredin cafe…
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October
tears keepspilling from my eyeslike monsoonin october night skies. i check the wound periodically. it was healing before, why does it look a little infected?i bandage it back up. train station interceptions, phone calls that shatter. a karmic seed now joins meon parallel life/death lines,“pull yourself together girl, you’re late for the show.” a pulsating cry, “i want to go home.”himalayan hills, tibetan…
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burrard inlet (postcards from canada)
i arrive, granville island. my hair is down, long blonde hair softly curled. pops of undertone baby pink peak out from the bottom, whisperings of “i felt sad and needed color.” i’m dressed in my favourite dress, peachy pink with floral blues.i even do my makeup too, soft and subtle, but intentional. a pop of glitter white in the corners…
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September
i sensea pulling of the arrow back-grief waves and panic attacks. i feel shut downsof internal systems.i ask for gracefrom my loved ones.i’m struggling,i’m failing them. oh.. i feel their pity..i don’t want that.sick animals must disappear to heal their wounds,i have alot of those..it’s almost too many, too deep, too infected.so i retreat.sun setsto blue hour,…
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sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)
“cmon, Kerri, we’re picking you up in an hour! we’ve got a surprise for you.” oh. i want to say no. i’m so tired. still, i should go. i don’t want to let them down. a campus pickup, in a silver rav 4. canadian nostalgia. i sit in the back seat. i watch city scenesevaporateto forest green..ocean blue..and mountain high. familiar territories, we…
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