MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Tyla Bidois
From Two Things
two. i miss you in glass
the reflection of a man behind me blurs
inside the silver rim of my bottle
and for a moment i think i see your outline
in the smear of color between elbow and shelf
a broad belt becomes
the wide curves of womanly hips
and shining teeth reconfigures into
a pair of spectacles balanced on a patrician nose
that would press against mine in lesson
the breath of life
i learned from you
when your arms encircled me
like iron bars
ironic, i battled then
yet now would make any payment
however stripped of morals
to feel them again
strong and warm as they were
before i saw you laid in grey and white
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MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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your cheeks coated in cold velvet
flesh stiff like wax
though that never stopped me from reaching
into your nest of woven flax
to tidy your hair
and kiss you while i could
before we returned you to the earth
and the closest thing to your hands became
your blossoms
and the closest thing to your voice became
your windchime
i’ve convinced myself that clanging metal
is your words, and not just empty breezes
but the void can’t be filled
by wishful thinking
no matter the shooting stars i sacrifice
to my yearning for you
i drown myself in spirits
that taste too much like fairytales
even if i pinch my nose
when i swallow them in
and however light-headed they make me
i can’t unlearn the name of my poison
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MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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denial
a reality where you can’t hear me
where only in being buried atop of you
letting time sink me down into your soil
until my skull finds your ribcage
your spine and your fragile wrists
will i ever be home again
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