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I found her degraded,
slathered in pomegranate puddles. Juicy sweet.
Timid blueberry tears dribbled
atop her raw pancake tissues.
Her offended coconut flesh
feigned feminine composure;
honey-milk complexions.
I noticed off-white muscles
tense,
paranoid and taunt.
Bones bracing for the sizzle.
Broiled
into someone solid.
___________________
Dead.
blackened texture - rabid, raven-eyed
Decided.
complexity beyond explanation
Decapitated.
submission - succumbing to indifference
___________________
Ghosts boast the ability
to seethe adicity through cemetery breath.
They remain inaccurate, spewing century old sentences
and ectoplasm.
And even after all the decades of aversion,
they still owned the audacity
to prescribe me prophecies of folklore.
Implications proclaiming with penetrating resemblance.
It was too much the same, looked too much like hope.
The red body of a cardinal decomposes discretely atop asphalt,
and although he's far too rancid to fly, a heart clenches
beneath his bird-bone chest - cardiac metaphors embroidered in muscle.
Beef-jerky membranes engorged with hope.
_____________________
Murder.
hoarding warped faith - satiated atrophy
Madness.
expecting deception to kiss with kindness.
Massacred.
homicidal awareness - pleading for optimism
_____________________
Liquid apple, molten cherry, carmine
magma shrieking through her seams. Little
Miss Doll has fallen apart, she has sarcasm
falling from her fabric and soda-pop
surging from her eyes.
Semi-precious stones
clutter in her throat, ruby dust staunching screams.
Hexed into rouge - flowers resist yet remain.
Reluctant foliage blooms in fields of a deeper red.
The sky is brazen, a storm of bloody cotton.
"Suicide isn't fun anymore. Seashells crumble amid
indigo wrists; feral mermaids ripping through
red scaled skin.
Weeks pass and sea urchins scab
across vanilla sand beaches.
Coral reef grids sleep beneath an ocean of aquamarine cotton;
an aquatic tongue cautiously lapping the cobalt infection.
The starfish continue to cling, acting as living tattoos - little reminders.
And when the oceans are emptied, you'll understand how it is to be hollow.
Death.
like serial killer intention.
Murdered.
like red, blue sensation.
Like poetry without a purpose,
faith staunching optimism,
the kindness that kills you.
slathered in pomegranate puddles. Juicy sweet.
Timid blueberry tears dribbled
atop her raw pancake tissues.
Her offended coconut flesh
feigned feminine composure;
honey-milk complexions.
I noticed off-white muscles
tense,
paranoid and taunt.
Bones bracing for the sizzle.
Broiled
into someone solid.
___________________
Dead.
blackened texture - rabid, raven-eyed
Decided.
complexity beyond explanation
Decapitated.
submission - succumbing to indifference
___________________
Ghosts boast the ability
to seethe adicity through cemetery breath.
They remain inaccurate, spewing century old sentences
and ectoplasm.
And even after all the decades of aversion,
they still owned the audacity
to prescribe me prophecies of folklore.
Implications proclaiming with penetrating resemblance.
It was too much the same, looked too much like hope.
The red body of a cardinal decomposes discretely atop asphalt,
and although he's far too rancid to fly, a heart clenches
beneath his bird-bone chest - cardiac metaphors embroidered in muscle.
Beef-jerky membranes engorged with hope.
_____________________
Murder.
hoarding warped faith - satiated atrophy
Madness.
expecting deception to kiss with kindness.
Massacred.
homicidal awareness - pleading for optimism
_____________________
Liquid apple, molten cherry, carmine
magma shrieking through her seams. Little
Miss Doll has fallen apart, she has sarcasm
falling from her fabric and soda-pop
surging from her eyes.
Semi-precious stones
clutter in her throat, ruby dust staunching screams.
Hexed into rouge - flowers resist yet remain.
Reluctant foliage blooms in fields of a deeper red.
The sky is brazen, a storm of bloody cotton.
"Suicide isn't fun anymore. Seashells crumble amid
indigo wrists; feral mermaids ripping through
red scaled skin.
Weeks pass and sea urchins scab
across vanilla sand beaches.
Coral reef grids sleep beneath an ocean of aquamarine cotton;
an aquatic tongue cautiously lapping the cobalt infection.
The starfish continue to cling, acting as living tattoos - little reminders.
And when the oceans are emptied, you'll understand how it is to be hollow.
Death.
like serial killer intention.
Murdered.
like red, blue sensation.
Like poetry without a purpose,
faith staunching optimism,
the kindness that kills you.
Literature
so they can
wrists
arms
legs
skin
[scars]
feeling of i don't
know what
to
do
so help them
the ones who are being
BROKEN
fucking smashed shattered open
know the truth know love
hurts but it should never
hurt
like this people hurt but they
should never (.) hurt
like
this
it's unbelievable
find the words to say
or don't
just sit there
nod and say yeah yeah i know
because you do know
how they feel
and you do know
it's awful
Literature
her breath, her everything
it's not
as though she were
quaking the world.
she just loved her
powdered cinnamon face,
her seedless strawberry hair,
her green dragonfly eyes.
every time she inhaled her,
her breath became pieces.
everything a part of her
and apart from her.
every organ parting
and connecting
inside of her.
she loved her.
Literature
Arise and Breathe
little siren girl, held up by fishhooks
and lines - you'll only be free when
they cut you loose.
still, they tell you: you will not fall
victim to swelling tides, you
will float. (you are a dead weight.)
you are something incomplete
like the forgotten house on the
end of the row, eating itself,
dimming day by day:
paint chips and chapped lips
have nothing left to say.
there are monsters nursing
deep beneath your flesh, with
threadbare spines and trembling
hands, they are afraid of their own
shadows. (you are only weak when
your eyes are open)
a new year waits upon your doorstep,
promising to take all that was ever [you]
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this time i'll say it with love,
and i know you were something I could never be.
(edited to the extreme, attempted to fix the coherency, did fine in the beginning but got slightly lazy towards the end)
We have material minds
and restless hips
longing hearts
and beggar's lips.
and i know you were something I could never be.
(edited to the extreme, attempted to fix the coherency, did fine in the beginning but got slightly lazy towards the end)
We have material minds
and restless hips
longing hearts
and beggar's lips.
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"I noticed off-white muscles
tense,
paranoid and taunt.
Bones bracing for the sizzle.
Broiled
into someone solid."
If only I could compose imagery in such a way.
"And when the oceans are emptied, you'll understand how it is to be hollow."
POW!
tense,
paranoid and taunt.
Bones bracing for the sizzle.
Broiled
into someone solid."
If only I could compose imagery in such a way.
"And when the oceans are emptied, you'll understand how it is to be hollow."
POW!