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Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
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When she was a child,
the sun was her God
that rose and fell one day
after one day
after one.
When she was a child,
the sun was her God
unlike the tenement halls
she scavenged
for her faith.
When she was a child,
bruises took her knees from praying.
When she was a child
kneeling on the floorboards,
she begged the sun to shine
through the window bars.
It only happened
When she was a child,
the sun was her God
but slowly she found that
God was not
the sun.
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Blades of grass
brush the bottoms
of tanned feet, the cloth
of orange robes.
The wrinkles in the hem
transform an instant
into an hour
as thistles whistle windswept past
deaf ears and hunched backs,
pursed lips, closed eyes that open
to the soul.
ripples out from the center
in a golden, misty halo that echoes,
falling away like waves on a shore,
swelling loud and crashing all at once
into thin sheets.
The waves move up
towards wrinkled feet
where mist brushes the brows
of the brothers in orange
and dissolves like the silent
ohm of breathing,
deep and steady, up
to the open temple walls
and far into the trees.
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We stand and face
the blinded men.
There is one
for each of us.
They stand like ruins in the rain,
the water pouring down
the cracks in their faces,
corroding away the skin
until there is nothing left but
The officer barks-
we raise our rifles
and learn only to remember
the jolt in our shoulders
before the heavy fall.
The bodies crumple to the ground
like folds of laundry. Yet
one still shivers
across from me, wet
between the legs.
Another bark, but
to my left remains standing
a gun cocked and loaded,
the sight shaking with a trembling chest.
Bark, again, but he shuts his eyes
and shakes his head,
denying the tag
around his neck.
I hear my name
and before the blinded man can fumble
with his lips,
“Oh mother- Dear God who art in Heaven-“
I pull the butt from my shoulder
and stand before the blood
pooling in the dirt
amidst the rifle's smoke.
To my left,
I hear him wretch.
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Hi all,
A lot has been going on recently, including health issues, my car being out of commission, a lot of financial trouble, and general suckage. Still, despite all of this difficulty, I know everything will turn out okay. It always does.

In the meantime, I've uploaded some poetry from my last semester at UML. Perhaps I'll upload some of the fiction I've been working on and see what kind of feedback I get. That might kickstart my motivation for finishing what I start.

I hope you all are well, I hope to be more active here... somehow. Sometime between my three jobs, freelancing, and sleeping, at least.

Blessed be,
  • Reading: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
  • Watching: Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Saera Windrunner
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Writer. Music lover. College grad trying to get by.
Perfectionist. Neat freak. Extreme dreamer.
Gamer. Grammar nazi. Thinker.
Observer. Helper. Shoulder.

Current Residence: Northeast USA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium, depending
Favourite genre of music: Movie Scores, Instrumentals, pretty much everything!
MP3 player of choice: iPod


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Infrunitas Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I hope you've been well, old friend.  
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hereswhereistand Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for favoriting my poem
Rushy Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2017
Party Happy Birthday! Have your cake and eat it too
Rushy Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2016
:party: Happy Birthday! :cake:
Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2015
Happy birthday! :D
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