Suzette Richards Biography

you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible
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The moth mistakes my bare skin for moonlight—recurring, insistent. Its wings dust the wrist like a forgotten promise, reminding me of a question I never dared ask aloud. I had held his wrist, not his hand. A ghost of a moment playing on loop in my hypnagogic state.

moonlight
trembles
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The hands of the Art Nouveau clock nearing midnight.
A bat, with its wings hugging itself in sleep,
the metronomic sound of Josef Kratina's clock
lulling it into a false sense of security.
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We paid the price for hasty choices made
and cried our tears for dreams put to the blade.
The lessons learned a hefty price we paid.
Against our woes, we rail — the urgency to bail.
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In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
among the hills and over the coarse scree.  
The winds that whip and slink — the hailstones loudly clink.
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