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"Let's go back,
in time and space,
to a happier
period with a
smaller face.
Waking up in
the morning
with the sun
rising without
a warning.
Oh so bright-
eyed we were,
so naive and
very unsure.
A simpler time
in life, it was,
without the
rush, without
the buzz."
-EL
"It's scratching the inside of my mind;
pleading to be released.
I don't know how to relinquish it and
put it to ease.
It's drowning in the pools of thoughts
that fill each crevice.
While fighting, the currents and tides
begin to wash over it.
It's battling the creatures that stir
about the horizon;
Deciphering the illusions which foes
have tightly spun.
It's enduring the cataclysmic world's
environment nearby;
Lashing and marring the ground with
all its might.
It's searching frantically, clawing air,
needing an egress.
Yet, I still cannot wrench it outward
to allot it rest."
-EL
"How the cover was frayed and aged,
granular and delicate like sand
between my toes.
The cracking and shuffling as I open it
warn me of its secrets like the
midnight train derailing.
Yellowing of pages remind me
of the dimming moonlight
that ignites vigilant souls.
Mildew and laundry soap waft up
from the ink and invade my head
like unwanted memories.
The story invites me in,
so I take the chance and dive
into the pool of fantasy."
-EL
“She’s plagued with ungodly thoughts
while pain-flavored tears
overflow from her bloodshot eyes.
As venom oozes from her cracked
lips, the echoes of wayward screams
of desperation reverberate from pale walls.
Huddled on the bathroom floor,
upon shards of mirrored reflections,
she discovers even mangled fragments
gleam separately to create a single light.”
-EL
“The troll in my dreams
always asks me
unsolvable things
to cross the bridge
above the stream.
With each new riddle,
I stutter and seem
to lose my wit, my
brawn, and gleam.
My mouth agape,
head spewing steam,
I cannot answer
for the life of me;
and so I am tossed
from the narrow beam
to float lazily
for the remainder
of my enchanted dream.”
-EL
“It’s the middle of the night
and I’m topless
and paranoid as my mind
begins to wander more
than your profane hands
on my flesh. You forage
for a light source
to swathe yourself
from the ominous nightfall
since you’re afraid
of the dark, but darling
try to understand,
it’s my solace.”
-EL