Abilienne E. Thorne

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Abilienne E. Thorne

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My Lullaby, My Hiding Place

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Dearer,

To me,

Dearest

Than the pulse-deep song

Nearer

Than the

Nearest

Pull of arms or tongue

Scraping

Out of

Scraps of time

Little eternities

Carving

Out of

Carver’s wood

Warmth, and eyes to see

Honey

From the

Sunniest

Of swathes of summer green

Sunnier

Than

God-ish light;

Not gold or gaudy in the least

My lover’s soul is

Sweeter

Than the sweetest songful ring

And so I simply cannot help

...

Poetry

Halve Me

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Have me

Halve me

Take me

Break me into two

If you

Salve me

I will speak like lovers do

If you

Solve me

Your embrace I will take to

You will never have to do

The things you used to have to do

You will never have to choose

Between two evils and a ruse

How my heart has ached for you

How my heart still breaks for you

Let safety be your embrace true

And I will cry for love of you.

Halve me

Have...

Poetry

The Fall

Abilienne E. Thorne

2 min read

This has been sitting in my drafts for months, haha. Thought I should finally just post it and stop tweaking. Feedback appreciated!

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We were happy.

High enough to touch the clouds, fingers pulling through soft wisps, dragging through the endless swathes of pink.

You kissed a heartbeat into me. You kissed words onto my tongue.

The sun peaked overhead as your skin shone a cool...

Fantasy

Like You

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

If silence had a scent, it would smell like you.

The way my thoughts smooth over like a calming wave when you hold my hand, even this close to sleep. Even this close to sleep, you hold me– not like glass, but something like it, and your hair smells like soap and soft grass and I want to pull that into my lungs until it becomes me.

Your arm around my chest, around my shoulders– it’s like a famili...

Change

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Hello

Old friend

It’s been awhile

You’ve missed me, maybe

Have you? I have not.

It’s so difficult to hang out

Because I always end up crying on

Someone’s bathroom floor, feet braced against the door

You know you hurt me, so why come back?

Maybe because, despite all my talk, I still need you....

Poetry

Island Of My Making

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Dream within a dream

Heart within a heart

All we cannot see

Are things we cannot part with

Cover me in sand

Lift me into sleep

Once I find the lost hand

I might finally keep it

Storm, small storm

Under my skin

Pulling me in

Warm, here it’s warm

As it never fully is

Without you

Should my shelter

Ever come to harm

Would I

Close my eyes

Would I

Now unsee

What I’ve always needed

What I’ve always wa...

Poetry

Pain And Love Entwined

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

I remember you asking me, “Why do you cut yourself open like that?” I didn’t know the answer until the words came out of me; the vessel carrying contents unknown, the messenger reading lines unwritten and unread.

“Because no one else will do it for me.”

No one else will splay me wide, every expression, every sentence laid bare.

No one else will flay the truth from my bones. I, alone, can point ...

Silences

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

I love our silences.

The unspoken

Current of thought flowing,

Enveloping the room.

My mind drifts, alighting

On various cool, smooth pebbles

Like a river feeling out its edges.

I love the serenity,

Sleepy and warm

That comes over me.

We trade our wordless sentences

For an eternity.

Before we part,

I cut you from myself like

A flower from a stem.

Because as much as I enjoy

This intricate ritual ...

Poetry

Quintessence Of Dust

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Perhaps I am a wretch

Perhaps I am a god

Perhaps I am an optimist beneath this grim facade

Or maybe my identity

Lies leagues beneath the sea

Amid the Stygian darkness, where sunken valleys be

Perhaps I am a songbird

Perhaps I am a seed

And maybe what defines me is my weakness and my need

Yet

No matter who I am

Thirty thousand years from here

This heartbreak hurts, and I cannot contain it within...

Poetry

The Arena

Abilienne E. Thorne

1 min read

Gregor Samsa looks up at the vast sea of human-sized insects, barely making out their large carapacious bodies. He lifts an arm to block out the blinding lights of the stadium. The clicking, snuffling, hissing language of the crowds is deafening.

A voice (voice?) screams shrilly over a loudspeaker. The noise from the crowds dies down. A thick scraping noise is the only sound that can be heard for...