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In March, In Step, All Trampled in Fury
People, they steeped, stepping, they thought necessarily nerved, and I, not knowing kindly why. I could not keep my questions, my quizzical nature of needing, knowledge of why things were. How they hurried here this time, in such comical canters chosen, … Continue reading
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In Honesty, My Stalks Wither by Jessica Ni Leacai
I am no flower, on a bush, be I pulled petals you plucked. In what good, my petals, be they bruised and of no use? I am no more, the avenger, be I planted plausibly or not. In dark nor … Continue reading
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In Stance, I am Singular by Jessica Ni Leacai
My voice, should it be a delicate vase, of clear crystal, no sharp edges curved, a ting chiming in man’s ears? My thoughts, should they be non-theoretical, of popular publishings, no substance there printed, a simple sheet for man’s mind? … Continue reading
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This Kettle Boileth Over by Jessica Ni Leacai
My emotions, a harness, only they, tie me down, not you, You would not wear them, for fear of honesty observed You hide behind your guise, a cloak, society holds you to, not me, I am not a sound rebutal, … Continue reading
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In My Fill, I Have Had Enough by Jessica Ni Leacai
f these eyes would shut their blinds in permanence, I would happily have the dark hours of death. If these veins ceased their pulsing in rhythm, I would gladly greet the gates of hell. If this heart burst into final … Continue reading
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In the Willows, I Wept Among the Reeds by Jessica Ni Leacai
Had happiness held my hands heartened in sadness, Would I wake in a wonder of wanton faked? If love’s languishments lept me from ladders above, Would I not prolong these punishments proved wrong? Should sorrows seep soundly into my shivering … Continue reading
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A Mother Left These Scars in Her Wake by Jessica Ni Leacai
This exploited effort has left me hallowed and hardened. Yet we know not needfully of what our purpose is proposed. And how dust dances around my feet so frequently All these sounds surfacing like my metallic notes of memoirs. Their … Continue reading
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But None The Wiser Came I by Jessica Ni Leacai
Asked for no joy, of a remedial body, And none for my ails, medicinal masters responding But in my days, the darkness came, And none for me,the beckoning bells clang And all these halls, damp in their duress, And none … Continue reading
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A Worm Ate Inside Me by Jessica Ni Leacai
I wished myself the stem, a flower blooming How you stunned my growth, with sharp shears The roots of me withered, you poisoned them Life bled from my leaves, veins viciously cut Your weeds arrogate my being, parasites implanting bile … Continue reading
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