Catherine Elaine

The clock noisily drips the slow dropp of time.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

Midnight has come and gone.
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We are seduced by songs and
‘happily ever after’ scrolling across screens
in the movie reels of
our secret fantasies, both fed by lies
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‘abide, abide, ’
she whispers
to the sun.
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Home is where the heart
runs and hides,
ducking the inevitable clashes and blows.
They are family, after all.
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When I was thirteen,
I walked down the
ivory steps
to the Tomb of the Unknown.
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She is the queen of the household
who is treated like the maid.
She is the partner in marriage
who is regulated as the secretary.
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Tell me
everything.
Give me your deep, your black.
Coat me with your sorrow.
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We are teetering on the brink of change
the way dusk totters on the edge of day.
The summer blinks into brisk nights.
Nothing’s changed- no, not yet- but
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I want your message in a bottle.
I want your love saved up in sheets.
I want always for this bud to live fresh in bloom,
And for beautiful you irrevocably in now.
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