Look atThe son Or you –âWill besucked in. â- There isToo muchInfluence There. You felt –ââ-It inYour bones As youApproachedThe frame; Brushingmagnets Pull andPush In-fluentFriction. â- Every cellsHoOk In proximalforce. LikeThe smallestPiecesOf you DeeplyKnew…. They wereSuddenly Not AloneAnymore. â- ButWe are Alone. Our eyes, Twin blades, Not forClashingIn–toEach-other. â- BeâŠcareful Our Gaze Eclipsed May setMotion, Whether weLike itOr not. Continue reading You cannot
Writing space Is a catYou tryTo hide From yourLandlord. It alwaysComes out; MakingItself known At – Exactly The WrongâTime. â- RSVP-lease Feel theFresh airToday. BreatheAnd PulseIn timeWith newlyConsciousWaves. â- I wantTo sink Myhands Inthe SandYou HidYour head in, Build aSandcastle, Name it âFortAbandonmentâ, And watch asOur wavesWash it away. â I wantTo FEEL Our residualPooledResonance. Make likeA MisanthropicInter tube, And Float onOur Poolsabilities. â- Water … Continue reading You are Invited To a Pool party.
LoveThatâsNever beenTasted Is [Probably]Still Delicious. Meanwhile, You can: Pass theBottle BackAndForth, MaybePierce theCork; Even, [light gasp]Open it.. ..For aLittle. Enjoy your SweetA-roma LikeItâs theOnly thingYou have. Share Your EmptyGlasses. Make aToast to Sobriety From each Other; Forever Drinking your a-part. Continue reading Like a Fine Wine
When you Aren’t Allowed To say Anything. Step One: Fucking don’t. Do not do The saying. I swear toFucking God, If you do So Help Me. Step two: Close Your lips. Make them Two too taut [but secretly] Tasty Turnips. So hard And dry No one Wants To put them Anywhere near Their mouth. Step Three: All else fails, Bite your Lips off Entirely. Whatever … Continue reading How to Say
my insides tried to tell us you were not nutritious, to leave you, but i ignored them for three long years. the body always knows what’s good for it. — i emptied my bowels of the few morsels of boy i snacked on before, unhinged my jaw, and feasted on you. — silly me, i got food poisoning; developing a taste for rancid grub. i … Continue reading baby, i Starved for you
my lips, cuticles, the insides of my cheeks, the callous on my left middle finger where pencils and pens made their mark on me. the self-harm is a hobby of mine. on particularly bad lapses of time [like now] these fingers dress in band-aids, my lips layered potholes from frantic nibbled tears; at night i lie awake afraid to know the aftermath of what drink … Continue reading Iâve been Biting
A sprinkler full of acid Looks just like a sprinkler. running through; the contents eat down to my bones and then some. Continue reading Come Play
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