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tonight
the trees will speak
to no ears
the city engulfed me
unlikely warm
wombious
though in Winter I’ve come.
but here are arms
that’ve longed for me
and parts I laid to sleep
to dive into the bottom
of the whole.

I’m drowning in the undercurrent
to reemerge in seafoam.

- C

double diamond time

I still own myself.
In a world of theft, where Innocence is not a place you return to to rejuvenate, that’s as big a statement as there is. Even as I plunge down into the abyss’ black, I do not let go of what I am. There are lines that are drawn from the blueprint. Some things can be broken, but never sold.

- C

and not need more blood from the tip of your Star

from the safety of my greenerie
I read the World catching fire
the sky can no longer shelter The Dreams
I wanna scream:
'Madness! Madness!'
I’m detaching from the seams
of Sanity
I’m slipping into the Blackness
Mother Night, offer me a nest
where I can resume to Nothing
so that this skin is made senseless
so that these shoes are filled with absence
and this Existence, made weightless.
there is no point being a Spark
when The Matchsticks can’t ignite a Start.

- C

Murmur

At night, the Trees speak louder.

- C

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mindmedicine:

A Hopeless AttemptCharlotte Martin (Stromata)

fiat lux

I turned the hours claiming resolve
through glass & smoke in veils of visions
to a question that was never asked
from words that never aligned in reason
a rhyme was sung back through the window
hailing from the first voices that spoke
waiting for me at the door of my room
a mirrored compass in the unfolded silk envelope

I’ve received your gift, now I must set you free

- C

reel

leaves,
in layers
of skin
bruised,
lifted
from hands
searching
their use
not
to touch
you.
down
to ground
and knees
that bend
all
constellations
send
down seeds
the birth
of the tree
whose fruit
all truth
mends.

- C

1st Winter Rain

the Demon came
in human pod
covered in light.
I dreamed the names
to spit in salt
over the night.
once awake
I can’t stay bound
to the fright.
and so it rained
and the Birds came
to spear my flight.

- C

I say ‘the world is sick’. you say ‘tell me what that makes us, darling?’