Category: Poetry
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Lungs
Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath never…
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Poem: No Title
I can still feel your touch on my skin. Sometimes it is like a feather, so soft it barely makes an impact. Other days I can feel the muscles of your palm, as you hold on to my shoulder. Your lips, I do no longer remember what they taste like. I imagine strawberries and the…
Jessica Holzhausen - Writer & Artist 