Jessica Hughes

Cool morning breeze
soft echos that whisper
a canvas of tinted hues
diamond shape decors
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Mended

shattering of a mirror
descends bit by bit,
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We rode along highway 85, I saw a tear
wailing in the corner of his eye. I kept
my mouth shut, didn't say a word.
Focusing on the nice scenery on that
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I was asleep
at least I thought I was..
nothing out of the ordinary
just a common dream
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In the green garden,
our love lingers, as we
lie between the lilies and
camphire. In our pure
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In the air,
omnipresent...
The stagnant smell
of an uncanny demise.
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We were in the sack, causing the sheets to sweat.
They moved about as an orgasmic spasm.
But what affected me the most were the
dramatic: moans, groans, pants.
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Acquaintance, we should have not
because I despise your knowing.
Hate is too good...
For lessons of you were hard
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The petals settle on the bed,
withering away while laying silent.
Scrambling to end the agony,
dashing sprinkles from the vase,
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Sometimes when the day is lonesome
I think of you...
And tears roll from my eyes.
The reasons why: injustice, prejudice,
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Apple pie was promised to me.
As a kid, my eyes were filled with glee;
I could not wait for my slice.
Crumbled Dutch was my favorite.
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The devil on my heels...
I ran...looking back...
I thought my body would turn
into a pillar of salt.
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Upon my captivity,
I changed the locks
and hid my keys.
Somewhere safe___
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One could describe our relationship as
a basketball, bungee cord, or yo-yo.
You bounced when the pressure elevated.
Here I sit in a fetal position.
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reservoir for a tear drop
thinker among the heavens
for what is beyond
is far too down woven
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