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A Famine of Floral Decadence by Jessica Ni Leacai

I want no more of this grave, this death, all that is embodied within this lingering leftover feeling. It steals in the sun and rots the warmest roots, what dare it to bare fruits and flowers in it’s turbulent soil. For I … Continue reading

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Cluttered Windows in Dormant Hours by Jessica Ni Leacai

In night, I mourn the morning’s solstice In paleness, placid showed no slumber In hours, I grieved the grimmest vapors And in no surety, did my sanity erupt. In light, rodents’ wings rap my windows In greyness, ghastly they mock … Continue reading

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No Candle To Burn by Jessica Ni Leacai

The thoughts leak through me like liquid parafin Wax in no shape, no candle, wickless heart deliquesced. Merely wasted me of light, mishapen ornament bemused. Empty moments like molten lava, your excessive burning. Demolition incurred to emotes, inconsistencies of character. … Continue reading

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Was it the Light by Jessica Ni Leacai

  Why does morning molest my mortal soul, sending slumber, such simplicity regarded as remedial, yet eyes I can not close, cells powered on, off button broken, brain’s batteries undrained Owls ornate, in hours hosted by night’s nocturn, service in … Continue reading

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Left amongst scattered leaves

I waited for you, years, months, days you evaded me, your voice, your touch but my eyes, they would still see you your figure boldly imprinted on my eyelids   How I wept tears of longing, persistent in such constant grieving, i yearned but you left me … Continue reading

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A flower blossomed

How can one mend an unbroken vase a vessel, a structure seemlessly intact blooming flowers of bright and light yet drained amongst the colours of the day  Must one mold a form so unique it’s origin unknown and  so pleasurably discreet that blossoms burst in … Continue reading

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