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I read to her softly
and heavily like syrup
in the throat going down
and she listened
to her bedtime story
with a spoonful of sugar,
a sappy ending.
and heavily like syrup
in the throat going down
and she listened
to her bedtime story
with a spoonful of sugar,
a sappy ending.
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Entertaining Ghosts
So little when she first encountered Poe
and learned to stuff herself with shrieking woe.
A timid child, she courted terror’s thrill;
she'd read by day, then suffer frightened chill
as nightmares clawed her down into the deep.
She’d cry out in the dark, though half asleep,
but with the dawn she’d close a haunted door,
then turn the page she’d marked to suffer more.
Eventually, I wished my childhood years
had left me less in fear of certain mirrors
that call up ghosts of those who’ve gone before.
They haunt us with the voices that implore
us hold our gaze and meet the captive wraith
who so desires to swell unwil
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Written 4/12/2015
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 312 © 2015 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
I read someone to sleep yesterday with Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen by lostmymind193 and it touched me, I used to read my brother to sleep when he was very young, but he eventually grew out of this and my mom eventually landed a better, high-paying job and wouldn't be away for entire nights. But I've always loved reading aloud to an audience, and it's a very sentimental thing to do with a one-person audience you very much adore.Browse Bitlets
Bitlets 312 © 2015 Nic Swaner
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i love this. so thankful my story could help bring a little joy to your night. 