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It is the music:
clutched to her rib cage where
she breathes air into sound.
Just wait, the violin whispers
as it climbs up the patter of keys.
Stay, stay, stay, a broken record plays,
winding it’s way around a crescendo,
pulling the peaks up to a string scream
where she tips, slips, and slides down into the drumming of her own heart
beat as it plays her, repetitiously,
to sleep.

am kennedy, “The second movement”

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It is the music:
clutched to her rib cage where
she breathes air into sound.
Just wait, the violin whispers
as it climbs up the patter of keys.
Stay, stay, stay, a broken record plays,
winding it’s way around a crescendo,
pulling the peaks up to a string scream
where she tips, slips, and slides down into the drumming of her own heart
beat as it plays her, repetitiously,
to sleep.

am kennedy, “The second movement”
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I remember what your eyes looked like when I said goodbye, keeping the secrets tucked tightly to my chest. You didn’t know it was the last goodbye, but it carved itself into my memory anyway. I begged you with words I did not have to remember this moment, to understand how deeply I loved you, how sorry I was for my silence when it mattered the most.
I remember how it bled inside me, the taste of metal in my mouth and the feeling of razor blades sliding down into my stomach. I wrapped my hands around all my sharp edges, trying to hold the skin together as I fled. That night was black rain and hot asphalt, and I walked toward the ocean for hours to find something other than gray.
But I knew, I knew all along that the only colors left alive were in your eyes and I had already said goodbye.

am kennedy, “The solitary confinement of Color”

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I remember what your eyes looked like when I said goodbye, keeping the secrets tucked tightly to my chest. You didn’t know it was the last goodbye, but it carved itself into my memory anyway. I begged you with words I did not have to remember this moment, to understand how deeply I loved you, how sorry I was for my silence when it mattered the most.
I remember how it bled inside me, the taste of metal in my mouth and the feeling of razor blades sliding down into my stomach. I wrapped my hands around all my sharp edges, trying to hold the skin together as I fled. That night was black rain and hot asphalt, and I walked toward the ocean for hours to find something other than gray.
But I knew, I knew all along that the only colors left alive were in your eyes and I had already said goodbye.

am kennedy, “The solitary confinement of Color”