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Unfold I stepped out of my skin
Today, and it snowed
Knee caps and shoulder
Blades. I spotted a few
Moons and oleandar too,

Jangled and jarred
Along my collarbone; I
Wondered at the finches,
The swallows and warblers
Moulting like fledgelings
Between my seams.

I stood there for a moment,
Caladium-leaved, waiting
For you to unfold, dislodge
From my spine, but
Only a flicker-whisk
Of your fey smile
Slid round my ribs.
November I was to die in November.

No violets for me, I was no
Ophelia:

A sneeze and a wheeze,
A whiff of cold greyness
On the bathroom floor.

I was to die unnoticed,
Fade into the crevice
Between tiles,
Less than a shadow,
A lost song.

I was to light candles
For my own wake,
Play cello-string eulogies
For my funeral,

Drizzle rain and grey clouds
For atmosphere,

But I did not die.
June June came clothed in the rutted rind
Of cigarettes put out on skin.

Measured deprivation
Could do nothing to narrow
Bottleneck waistlines;

I could not hang my skin
Out on the clothesline
Next to your face
And emerge unscathed.
October October was born, forget-me-not
Blue dyed auburn for autumn.

The air smelled of rubbing alcohol
And paper snowflakes, cautious
And evanescent
And not quite true

You crept in once more, a wisp
Of smoke, tucked behind my ear,
A stray lock of hair.

October, month of the phoenix,
Of rekindling, of unhinging,
Was rebuffed:

Too mildewed, too damp,
Too waterlogged to burn.
September Long before winter,
September took shelter
In white night cataracts
And sleepwalkers drifting
Through anti-gravity snow.

The sky dipped over blunted
Rooftops, arsenic-hued,
Like cold-tipped fingers
And asphyxiation.

I wafted through the hours,
The days, the weeks:
Airless, so airless,
Craving gravity.  
August August passed by with drunken gait,
Lurching forward, sprawling back,
Staggering, staggering,
In drunken haze.

Days span by,
Loomed long, snapped shut—
A mousetrap traipse, and—
All along, all alone:

Nights and haunting,
Dawn and wanting.

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Lunulae

by ~Lunulae

The moon waned anorexic,
Bones flaunted with risque abandon.

Night stretched thin, translucid
In lamplight and wavering haze.
Anaemic rain, cloaked
In slack shimmers of loose cloud
Entrails. Summer, but wind whistled
Frigid through spinal craters
And rattleskin ribs.

The stars went out, purged one by
One. A glimmer, a shudder,
A sickle-cell muse.
Aerophane moon: bird-boned, bird-bred
Lunulae whims.
:iconlunulae:
n. pl. lu·nu·lae (-l)
A small crescent-shaped structure or marking, especially the white area at the base of a fingernail that resembles a half-moon.

I've got to stop writing pieces with bones, moons, nights and birds in them. Gotta break out of this mold (mould? Don't mean the fungi kind).

Constructive crit always welcome.
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=dreamsinstatic Mar 2, 2012  Professional Writer
Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features

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~Lunulae Mar 2, 2012  Student Writer
:love:

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~blackashsunset Feb 28, 2012
Beautiful :O

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Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you"
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~Lunulae Feb 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you :heart:

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*monsieurwar Feb 28, 2012  Professional Writer
excellent.

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"Metaphysics is in the air. We can only leave it there."

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~Lunulae Feb 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you!

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=TwilightPoetess Feb 27, 2012
The moon waned anorexic,
Bones flaunted with risque abandon.

Those first two lines are a poem all their own. I can imagine this being spoken over a haunting melody, something slow and cold and chilly, a camera lens slowly pulling back to reveal swirling mists over a full moon. Lovely work.

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~Lunulae Feb 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you :heart: I was actually planning on posting those two lines alone as a poem, so it's funny you mentioned that :)

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You are very welcome.

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