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September 7, 2011
Ghost Armor by `Amberlouie is a dark, poignant tribute to a lover in hard times.
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Coming back soon... to be published within the HOAX #22 issue of antiTHESIS, a Melbourne University publication. x
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Matchmaking
For her the summer days are long. She is small and sweet, a cube of caramel with an aching aftertaste that lingers for ending too soon. Her arms and legs are pliable as grass, and as grass she swells like a sea with the wind saturating her hair. She is one of the movers who cannot dance, but were meant to, from a tight core low in the abdomen; and she walks the sidewalk on the diagonal, a magnet pulled to a dimly lit room with the bhh-bhh-bhh of good hip-swaying rock 'n roll.
He rides the subway at night, beats rhymes into the stretched skin of the drum. He is an eagle fledgling, long-haired and brown eyed. His pants are red and h
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Footnote To The Apocalypse
The day after the apocalypse, I read.
I find a bookshop, one of the only buildings that hasn't been destroyed by the blast. The door is locked, but the front window has a hole in it , and my shirt-wrapped fingers manage to break away enough of the splinters to create some sort of entrance. For the first time in my life, I am thankful for being small.
My hands are bleeding when I get inside. My shoulder is too - there's a sliver of glass buried in it too deep to dig out - and the gashes on my chest have opened up again, but there isn't much I can do about those. I don't want to bleed on the books, that's all.
I don't have any bandages, so
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From Whence She Came
Back down to the sea-floor she goes
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
frightens people.
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she fir
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For my boyfriend, who just happens to be the most amazing person I know. One morning I couldn't move because I was in so much pain and he made me feel a little less hopeless and a whole lot more loved. And that's ^ how it went.
© 2011 - 2024 Amberlouie
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`Gouge my chest,
separate the heart,
wrenching all the vessels.
Examine it,
a Broken Soul.
You left me harrowing alone.`
Sorry, but reading your poem made me write that sort of, I like it, the beautiful pain inside this poem and how you managed to draft your emotion in words, amazing. <3