The Body

the body

seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.

but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.

know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.

i love you because you’re alive.

i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.

— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.

I lean in where I see you sway

whatever it is, I got to pave

many tunnels many hours

feels so sleepy, feels quite sour

I'll hand what you got in, at the

end

-s's.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

dysfunction ; You can drive and talk some more,

But you talk about the things that dont work anymore you know everything you’re well-assured but you dream of things in their final course And nobody’s going to let you know

-s’s

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.

-2023

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

a troubadour regrets,

I listen to her music

and watch her pray

about the things

she let in too late

Too late.

-s's.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

Lifeline

I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings

be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it

whatever song feels good to me,

a psychopathic symphony

and whatever I see, I'll believe,

my photographic memory

-s's.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

Living in the dark ages

I know you love dark ages I know we got nowhere

History’s lost stories

Crying on the torn pages

I know you love to write it there

Something makes them so fragrant

I love them, but I’m scared

-s’s.

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safiresyrup

11 months ago

but why

I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines

And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles

and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart

from all that's good and plenty?

I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines

but why?

It's for nothing.

-s's.

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