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The Rushing Dark

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

When morning took form. As the silhouette of a man. I could not turn my head. I could not stop trembling. I could not stop trembling. I could not stop trembling.


Sweet Deception

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2009
Updated: 7 years ago

Sweet deception. Oh cruel, cruel, cruelest comfort. I have known the first. I have known the last. Of your kind. Sweet deception. My one consolation. Shall I find my rest.



Sleeper

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2009
Updated: 7 years ago

To take you in. Is to feel a great sadness. Is to hold a great hope. Heavy in my chest. To let you go. Is to lose my balance. Is to fall into silence.


Skin, Warming Skin

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

Secrets spun as thin as summer threads. Hidden in the hems of summer dresses. "It's only skin, warming skin," you said. Innocence can bow and kiss your forehead.


Red Moon

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

Oh red moon. A warm glow. To where we'll go from here. I do not know. . A porch light. A bitter song. For whom the caring words. I cannot tell. . I would.


Milk-heavy, Pollen Eyed

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

Try as I may to carve my path. I cannot keep myself from stumbling back to you. . And you'll say "Don't you ever lose you heat". "Don't you ever be caught shedding your skin too soon".


Lion

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

My love is fierce. Leaving your limbs barefoot and honey-wild. Perhaps my dear. I am no dove, I am no shade of blue. Clear as any story-time will tell you.


Grande

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

When the moon carves a trail down the pine-bearded hills. And a ghost-wind hollers to the early morn. And the starlings return to the old sugar mill. Stealing their corn from the grower's field.


Feather Lungs

Artist: Laura Gibson
Year: 2012
Updated: 7 years ago

Late when the night has swollen. And the edge of the sky is bruised. I'll wonder if the scene is cast. By accident or by design. We will leave our feather lungs, as nameless as when we arrived,.


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