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Almost Free

Heaven Is the moon swinging hand under hand just to hug the ground with light strong as knots

Bright egg dance gingerly dance delirious a swan drowned a half thigh a lemon pout moon a lit firefly hum in my ear (Day 30 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 260-264)

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Small Fists

Days of adored lullabies like fruit without seeds roses made of ribbons of course lurking the lightning of shame accept I’m afraid in the heart wilted I was hurting waiting for truth like birds fluttering endlessly

(Day 29 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 119 – 124)

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Adult

A weak thing they didn’t want anyone to watch too closely I try to catch them hiding and forget how bad playing in the shadow of a straw house can be (Day 28 – Flowers in the Attic – remix page 28)

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Jealousy

I may love but I’d feel better if I saw anyone but her (Day 27 – Flowers in the Attic – page 11)

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Surprise

Now, the fun part the chance to steal an eternal time what we were all headed toward blankly naked and deaf each breath exhaled still a little more demon than saint but I’m surviving

(Day 26 – Flowers in the Attic – Remix – pages 336 – 341)

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Even in a Thousand Years

My eye was caught golden fluttering in a full length mirror revealing I wasn’t the way I’d imagined

(Day 25 – Flowers in the Attic – Remix pages 336-338)

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Neatly Captured

I hated lying even the truth suffers without reminding that flowers come from wicked roots

did you mean how to say grace how dirty skin   seems to kneel for prayers? A fool in a fake garden chalk petals

trembling water that wouldn’t spill born evil, a fool for flowers given without warmth

(Day 24 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 140 -144 erasure and remixed)

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Gift

God blessed me mean at last, I was candy you could only swallow with great difficulty like mice with a sweet tooth I will scrub us clean sweetness gone, gone gone like rotting vegetables

(Day 23 – Flowers in the Attic – Pages 300-302)

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Minutes Like Hours

When you had everything you could hope time was enough, a world on fire stinging breathlessly awake wonder what God knows a great power a piano out of tune until time stretched to a peeled apple skin one long spiraling cord

(Day 22 – Flowers in the Attic – Pages 112-117)

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Fly

These wings take us outside to a game pretend the sun, a room you exist exploring it must be like those picture books since God took over Her hair shone till it hurt my eyes.

(Day 21 – Flowers in the Attic – Pages 75-76)

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Litany

Thought and thought my mother my mother to give never given she gave would treat she treated she saw she got she choked

she never know why jealous cruel how wrong I was I’ll learn I’ll learn I’ll be good

(Day 20 – Flowers in the Attic – page 105)

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Goodbye

Our days are numbered a display of all things kept, given like concrete caught in shadow, a horned moon a knothole stretching find solace not facing the turn we survive that envy stumbling in the broken garden, a sandbox of secrets

(Day 19 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 19-24)

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A Little Door

A tiny key, I don’t know why only children see gold in a dream no bigger than peas shadowed and wanting what was underneath the treasures

(Day 18 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 187-188)

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Beneath Someone Wild

We, the fragile silk

wasted gloriously our mirrors our emotions a stick of dynamite I pretend, pretend, pretend.

(Day 17 - Flowers in the Attic – Pages 185-186)

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Story God

Leaves us enough summertime darkness sounds like a wolf— a cake whispering kind and scary a future would abound in dreams reeling all day, a game that will be no trick a tomorrow out of memories let go

(Day 16 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 109-111)

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Patience

Is colored hope disappeared

you forget us like wiped fingerprints

we were imaginary our words made of tulips and daisies

(Day 10 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 138-139)

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Uninvited

I chose enough to rob a secret it sparkled even without light.

(Day 11 – Flowers in the Attic – pages 344-345)