i drench myself in moonlight and pray for an extra piece. i find balance in a stranger, in a scream, maybe one day in silence. november won’t last forever, though days drag on like cigarette smoke. and i won’t always think of the universe as harrowing. my professor tells me the world is fleeting so […]
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we make happy like clay. can teach you how to mold loneliness into smiles, cement into lace. we were afraid of the dark, but watch us bathe in this light.
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this world is riddled with raindrops in the eyes of gods and junkie moons and death too soon’s and an inability to stop wasting time
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we drink summer in champagne flutes. mine will shatter on marble in the foyer. hours will lay on the thick of our tongues while the women in black shriek. cheers, you whisper. a bed of grenades. the woman in white throws a bouquet of knives to the girls with open hearts. roses. the devil’s eyes. […]
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it keeps getting darker because more of the lightbulbs in my bedroom have burst and the words “this is how it ends” won’t stop echoing in my head. i’ve been thinking about how the rhythm we speak in is the same as a heartbeat except heartbeats are butterflies and boys with cute smiles and sometimes […]
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we just want to be loved we– us– with circular hearts and four dimensional minds we, with beauty and with nothing we want a beating heart icicles, like daggers, stem from our hearts but we like the warmth on miserable nights we, with envy, and with poison we’re looking for oxygen, maybe just a steady […]
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What is love? Love is deep brown eyes and dancing in my kitchen at midnight. It’s my knotted hair on your pillow and feeling your hot breath on my forehead. It’s eyes filled with disbelief speckled with delusion. Imaginary glass slippers and clouds. It’s red wine paired with stars. It’s words spoken through lips and […]
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lost time is why my hair ends up in knots/ not for lack of sleep though insomnia is in my hair, too/ and because ghosts swim in my rotten heart and it’s a rotten brain, too/ with shallow thoughts about boys that are 6’1 or 6’2 maybe/ and they kiss me in the dark when […]
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blackened water tightens around the base of the neck the sound of brown cloth swaddling a baby the covers at 6AM when you realize you have more time in bed crevices that are filled with hugs a bubble bath at 4 in the afternoon when you make eye contact with someone and you smile at […]
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