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Open your eyes Misery isn’t inspiration Suffering isn’t art Stop whipping yourself To write with your blood The stories that howl of wounds There is light when you open your eyes What it reveals may not be pretty But what it heals may set you free

©️ JM Tiffany

The Spaces Between

Eyes wet and wide, she swayed, dismayed, her broken heart lurching in its pretty cage.

From hope to havoc, her sister’s ship had sunk into gray waters off the coast.

A bitter tenderness burned with the vividness of bare nerves as she said her last goodbye.

The sun had risen in the Midwest and set at last in her heart.

There would be black dresses and strangers, flowers and cards, and children who wouldn’t remember who she couldn’t forget.

A candle of memory she kept lit with warm days and childish games, her unspoken words like shadows in the spaces between sleep and pain.

©️ JM Tiffany

Sunrise

In the early morning quiet I listen to the clocks echoing each other’s rhythms.

I sip my coffee and gaze at the lake, a dark mirror reflecting stars too lazy to set.

This looking glass also reflects my thoughts: a flock of restless birds that circle and circle.

As a knife of pale pink carves the horizon, my mind is full of thunder.

In this moment of great peace, I am a storm.

I fill myself with a gentle wind and blow the clouds away.

As the Sun rises in my head, she kisses me warmly and all the world glows.

©️ JM Tiffany

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

I am thankful for life’s discordant caress, her bloody kisses, and mad tresses flowing.

I am thankful for her sharp nicks and dull miseries. Her tangled roots, and dark abysses.

I am thankful for the wisdom she gave me in the midnight forests of her wild eyes.

Her face upon mine, we dance a dance of many masks and write our verses in flesh and blood, our songs evergreen.

© JM Tiffany

Obsidian Butterfly

I have this recurring dream in which you transform into a swarm of black butterflies.

In a chaos of dark velvet you suddenly disappear.

I tell myself that I don’t believe in signs and portents, but it fills me with dread.

I want to disappear with you. I don’t want to fly alone. I want to blend with you until only our softness stirs the air.

I flutter my lashes against your cheek and whisper wishes in your ear.

You giggle and spread your wings.

©️ JM Tiffany

November is Winter half-dressed and leaning seductively on October’s tomb.

©️ JM Tiffany