Maybe it’s a lack
of solid ground, afloat
in a sea of glass and iron,
but my tongue is growing
sharper. Scaffolding
and sterile girder,
these do not unfurl,
have no grace
of life, just conceal
so many empty rooms,
like lidded eyes.
The sky has a presentiment
of coming weather, grows
dull even as a crack
of blue appears,
but it’s just another
space for lease, too
toothless
and meek to last
for even an hour.
I’ve had enough
of so many words,
now reduced down
to daily records,
to limp binaries:
No rain. Rain.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
That is spectacular. And I can’t get over how potent you make your line breaks.
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Thank you, Shellie!
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🙂
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Now that was ur first post that I read, and now i am definitely going to read the rest.. good work.
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Glad you liked it!
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I really like the way you ended it 🙂
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Thanks, Mohita!
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Really beautiful piece. I love how forcefully this is written, it really grabs your attention.
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Thank you, Claire!
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The word choice is just right!
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Thanks!
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I feel like we should crowd-fund a holiday/vacation for you to recharge. Beautiful and melancholy.
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Awww, thank you Pola! Am obviously not a shoe made for the city 🙂
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Rock a clog my love!
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Also, are you still blogging? WordPress assures me that you’ve deleted your site
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Yes I totally am hun… how odd. http://www.theescritorium.wordpress.com
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When you look at your gravatar, is this listed as your primary site? My wordpress admittedly has been wonky of late, but it’s directed me to your old site– rueing the posts I’ve missed!
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I don’t have a Gravatar account at all. It’s the only site I have, you could maybe just add The Escritorium to your general favourites? Not very tech savvy sorry.
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