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Mug between my palms, steam rising, then fading out, snow taps the window.
By Luna Jordan3 months ago in Poets
I keep thinking about how memory works; how it’s just me picking things up from the ground of my life and putting them
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
The sun finds my face, even after sleepless nights; the world is still kind.
By Luna Jordan5 months ago in Poets
Awaken and rise, spread your wings across blue skies, let your dragon roar.
Empty hands are cold, the bystanders ignore warmth, and the light dies slow.
Soft light through the brush, ember leaves kiss fading sun; autumn’s heart burns red.
Somewhere down here beneath your quiet light, I’m here thinking of you and speaking aloud tonight. Somewhere up there, I know that you still care,
Baby monitor— soft laughter hums through static; my child sleeps silent.
When it all ends, the silence will implode, replaced with harsh whispers of what you’ve always known: * The brain repeats a phrase: E R R O R * C O D E.
Hush now, child, close your eyes The night is cold, the moon has arise * Hush now, child, the night has come The shadows whisper “you’re not alone”
She burned, she burned forever. Blue fire, her haunting call. A voice they will remember. It echoes through the hall. *
Empty hands reach out, nothing answers, nothing stays; despair eats the sun.
