Sarah Elizabeth Clark

Broken free, the butterfly spreads upon a flower,
Bountiful colors appearing in her flushed wings,
Rustling with the slight, warmest of breezes,
Too fragile to breathe outwards.
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We exist in between time,
Like the sand in the hourglass,
Time on all sides.
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Morality was choice-less,
a decision not so free.
A rule made to impress on me
the way the world should be.
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I will know love because of,
not in spite of, my flaws.
You will pacify mine
and I will rectify yours,
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Night envelops,
Falling darkness.
Lamb asleep,
Resting innocent.
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You will keep me
buzzing erratically
until you become a series
of blips in my brain.
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We shiver like cowards
consumed by the waves,
I am sorry.
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The frenzy of a starving man,
tearing off pieces and
discarding half eaten morsels
to keep consuming,
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I could catalogue my conquests
As if I bought instead of sold
And give them each a number
Or place them all on hold
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I brush your arm
we fog the windows,
just like he and I before.
Fingertip memory.
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I don’t come to you in sunlight
Place of night time misadventure
Drunk. Wild. Shirtless.
We were different once.
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Last night I dreamt of snakes.
Now I roam a cemetery,
full of ancient young skeletons.
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Enlighten and embolden me,
freedom of the Earth’s breeze.
My heart is a bohemian leader
but my mind is conflicted,
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Before you were intelligent you
spouted taught beliefs and ambitions,
you cherub, of all things, apple, puppet.
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The dogs breathe heavily
beneath cracked waves in pale, still water.
Light hits a diamond in the grass
and sunshine stems from the field.
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The little roadside crosses,
made of wood, found in grief
by parents and friends,
woken in their sleep
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I expect genius
To be great and raw
Modern.
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Cheap cologne
is an all consuming smell
but yours was subtle
seductive
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My neuroses wash away in a sea of red.
When night runs clean, the sea it takes me.
We are all alive, but everything is dead,
Crushed, torn, oozing.
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Imagine please, a circus tent,
in strong wind the pegs are bent.
But everyone will face the storm,
to see how all the stars perform.
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