Souluminosity
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The Bull With Familiar Eyes
I am running so fast my joints feel displaced. Sweat is soaking my pores like hot, thick candle wax. My heart feels like an angry prisoner trying to escape his cage. I must outrun him. I must. My feet keep sinking into the sopping wet mud with every step I take. I hear him grunting, breathing so loudly it’s waking all the jungle animals.
By Souluminosity3 years ago in Fiction
When Morning Comes
Let’s forget this matrix, pretend we’re just seniors in the countryside cooking up old recipes as apologies in our kitchen, telling our past, I’m so sorry I wasted so many years. But here I am now - wise, sweater pulled up to my chin, warm, welcoming, waiting.
By Souluminosity3 years ago in Poets
am i a mute and don't know it?
I. I need the gentleness of a children’s bunk bed not the creakiness of the hospital cot that I might end up in. I need a soft voice, a warm demeanor, and “I’m okay with how long your healing is taking because I’m healing too and you’re okay with the length of mine”.
By Souluminosity3 years ago in Poets
Recoil
Does it make you feel proud to hold my vulnerability like a bullet in the barrel of your throat? Does it make you feel proud to shoot my words back at me, watch me wounded on the floor beneath your feet, a crushed flower longing for her soil, does it make you feel proud?
By Souluminosity3 years ago in Poets