Betting Hearts
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The little breeze,
with slender wrists
and wide hips,
pushed and
pressed
her way through
every branch,
leaf, and stick;
until they swayed,
quivered, and bent—
root to crown,
stem to tip.author: rashael crystal
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This is not the fairytale you’re looking for
You’ll want
to blame her;
but don’t.
She’s not the
antagonist here.
Just a misguided girl
who fell for a
shadow, a
projection cast
in a cave.She was his first
kill,
I mean–love;
the thrill he chases
but just cant quite
ever again fill.The villain here
is a man
who looks into
her eyes and only
sees a grave.
A man who knows
his life begins
on the other side
of flames.
He feels its pulse;
tastes the salt
on his tongue,
but just
won’t
go.In this daily
ACT of inaction
he betrays her
and kills himself.Author: rashael crystal
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Tiger Teeth
Complacent
creature of
comfort–
you lack courage.
This is why you
stay.
Fearing teeth in the
tiger of “unknown”,
convinced his bite
holds more terror
than this hell
you know.—Rashael Crystal
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Deep Divers
Diving deep
into hyperbole,
mouths
string words
into phrases,
tongues
embellish
with emphasis
and pause.We call this
connection.Diving deep
into beds;
flesh upon flesh,
muscles flex
and stretch
into motion.We call this
connection.We are out of—
and so far from—
depth.
These are
the shallows;
the tip
of ego,
the surface
of lies.
Scratch as we try,
our nails only go
skin
deep.This is not
connection.—Rashael Crystal
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Sea & Stone
I am the stone—
rock steady.You are the current—
perpetually in motion.I am the shore,
folding and flexing
beneath your weight.You are the swells,
rip tides and
rogue waves.I am the earth
you shape and
carve away.You are the tide
leaving with the promise
to return.I am the land
you crash upon.You are the breeze
that takes me away.—Rashael Crystal
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Pretty Little Tragedies
The way clouds
pile together
to mighty pillars
bracing the sky,
then vanish
with a shift in wind.The connections made
in complex webs
intertwined over time,
torn away at every end
with a simple
swipe of hand.How you,
my favorite may be,
in the second of a snap
image fixed to a lens
aperture and opportunity sealed,
became a never will be.—rashael crystal
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Satellites
You are only
constant in your
changing.
Your waxing,
waning, and
inevitable fading.
But, you return;
open faced
and bright,
drowning stars
setting fire
to night.You and I,
we hang in space
tethered
by some
invisible thing.
Our orbiting bodies
draw ever near,
your surface swells,
my seas surge.
I’m your perilune.
You’re my perigee.
And in this proximity
we bring a simple
sort of summetry
to the vast
black
of nothing.Yes, this is
eternal.
Yes,
this is fleeting.
We are only
constant in our
wavering.-Rashael Crystal
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The Lonely Harvest
We are
walking wounds,
seeping sores of
loss and
lamentation.
A swollen
sickly people
plowing into
one another
tearing at
the soil,
uprooting,
spreading seed,
for a slippery
second,
a breath…
of relief.We bury
turmoil
in bodies.Perpetually
planting
an incessant
harvest of
loneliness…
that madness,
of the sad.We are
walking wounds
covered
crown to boot
in battle armor.
Fighting for life—
to the death.
A warring tribe
clashing bodies, yet
terrified
to touch
a soul.–Rashael Crystal, www.bettinghearts.com
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Truth and Consequence.
His eyes
were the kind
you saw your
death in.
Lips of
oleander
laced in
nectar
to disguise
the devil’s
kiss.To hell with
consequence.
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The Adventurer
I am your adventurer,
eager to explore
the hot springs,
cool creeks, and
windswept fields
of your skin.
Dips and ridges
of your ribs
become my guide;
peaks and valleys
of your spine—
my wilderness.
At the pools
of your lips,
I am nourished
and refreshed.I am your adventurer
shaped to mark
causes and
their affects.
With my head
on your heartbeat
and my fingers
along your neck,
I trace a path, and
see to my work.-Rashael Crystal
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