Poems by hiraeth

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  • Twilight (2) 4

    Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
    unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...

  • , 4

    I bear the brunt of that dream again;
    two meters apart, but you’re still quaintly a...

  • Tarrare (2) 4

    Upon the ripples of a soft night,
    the stillness envelops me like a coffin...

  • I think of my hands as a tofu-press,
    and dig into your skin a smidge harder...

  • In the sweetest sway; in the blurry line between
    the dreamscape and the disembodied reality...

  • and to which sin do I have to blame,
    for being forced into tendering...

  • you inhabit me. every breath taken is drawn to the...
    you florally scent the air, and the irony is not...

  • With the waning light of the moon
    stripping flesh from my bones...

  • There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
    in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...

  • The nights are starting to stretch into early
    evenings – where there once was a boundless...

  • And I draw breath, parting myself down
    the seam like a hairline fracture forming...

  • I, who has nothing,
    but the remnants of your...