Tar, congealing in your veins,
sheltering your heartbeat
in its quicksilver repose.
Aortic mysteries, dissected
atriums and ventricles
at ease and at odds,
pulling and pushing
through luxurious days
and overheated nights.
What will it take to quicken
your lackadaisical pulse,
to break your blood and soul
from this lethargy that holds
you fastidiously to ransom?
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Working on anatomy and English homework, eh?
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Nope, all my creative writing classes ended over 2 years ago lol (now I have just the last cinema subject and independent project to complete my degree). Somewhat surprisingly, I can be a little deep sometimes 😜
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That IS surprising… 😉
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Hey Steve!!!
This is lovely!
I’ve been bad about keeping up with reading.
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Thanks so much, Lauren! Glad you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And even happier it got you reading my stuff again 😊
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You’ve been reading all of mine! Thank you!
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All good! 😊
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