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(scratch-scratch-scratch)
there are fingernails somewhere, i'm sure, but all i have
on the ends of my fingers are knives:
if this is healing, i may just end up healthily skinless.
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on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
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that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
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notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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i'm trying to write. trying.
seven days clean. i haven't gone this long since january, in which i lasted a week and a half.
everything itches. so much so that my skin now hurts every time i even touch it, because i cannot stop scratching.
seven days clean. i haven't gone this long since january, in which i lasted a week and a half.
everything itches. so much so that my skin now hurts every time i even touch it, because i cannot stop scratching.
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thiiiiis.
the itching does go away though, after a while.
you are doing fantastic. <3
the itching does go away though, after a while.
you are doing fantastic. <3