Dear Us,
The light shifts &
dancing shadows
have unexpected
nostalgic edges.
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Edge dwelling
is a skill, as all things are,
& we, the flesh of us,
do it exceptionally well.
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Blotted memories
like coffee spilt
on old carpets.
Edges undefined.
-
Bruised skin remains
where your words
landed with
calculated brutality.
-
What is this ache
between coming and
going. An edge of
suffering in forgetting?
-
Sincerely yours,
Us split in two
Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.
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Stevi-Lee Alver
Australian writer and tattoo artist based in Brazil. 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
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Bruised skin where your words landed with calculated brutality these lines were so powerful. Great poem