My dearest Sapphire
We are one - the same inside
Dye our sole divide
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Deanna Fratus
Deanna Fratus is a writer based out of Massachusetts. She enjoys writing fiction. When not writing, she enjoys producing music, studying genealogy, and raising her 3 children.
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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My fingers inch closer to the keyboard, itching to obliterate a day's worth of work. It's some of my best writing I've done to date, but at what cost? The words seem to bleed, dripping onto my desk. For a millisecond, I'm sitting in front of a crime scene, looking at dead, begging eyes. Why? Why me?
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Comments (6)
This is so lovely. I love gemstones and also I really love the comparison and between them; the similaries. ❤️
Love this :)
Nice 👍
Very nice
Brilliant!!!
Beautiful piece. Well done.