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Exhale

Chained Dolls

Prose | Spiritual

I peek through a crack between the first and second stone. Her vision’s frozen within my catacomb. I exhale. Snow falls upon my shadow as she thaws.Exhale Copyright © 2019 Anna M. Asbury. All Rights Reserved.

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Someone Will Stay

Chained Dolls

Prose

Someone will stay and hold up my ego for my arms have become weary of your grace and your trodding petals hinder my growth. Below an apple tree your bitter words sew discord with my olive branch. Stubborn your plight. Frightening my pride. We dance upon sandstorms while throwing hailstones into the fire as if love never melts. Escaping is my final stance, for my arms have grown weary.Someone Will Stay Copyright © 2017 Anna M. Asbury

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Dissuade

Chained Dolls

Prose

There are tales I’d like to whisper in your ear, under a pale moon, about the time I danced with pain and grew infatuated with the sky’s razor edge, but I fear my truths may dissuade your heart from seeking mine.Dissuade Copyright © 2017 Anna M. Asbury

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