Sometimes

juxtapose for the camera

By Harper LewisPublished about 14 hours ago • Updated about 12 hours ago • 1 min read

cedar

light is heavy

shadows illuminate

sweetness acrid

bitterness bliss

excruciating ecstasy

devilish delight

wicked wanting

prosaic pain

geometric thirst

dizzying depth

fathomless height

sharp curves

soft angles

sacred profanity

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About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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