I made you
carving with my fingernails
streaks biting
stroking down
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you were liminal
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soft exploding out of muted heartbeats
echoes of deep-sea creatures
Wanting.
choking behind absent words
a burial.
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you made us.
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made the blood that runs c o l d
made the welling/
lush with evergreen moss
rhythmic
lapping water against brick diameter-
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contained.
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the frog's voice drowns.
a pulsating lies underneath
lost to droughts.
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You forgot
I forgot
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about spider webs conjured from thin air
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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