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I listen to your dirge
& hold still, hold
my breath
& remind myself
of a girl I knew
who choked herself
out of her pain.
The stereo ticks off
seconds
like pills
in your old mouth—
your evening
to drown in.
Outside you
there are children
calling out like birds,
men severing ties
for a mediocre dinner,
women screaming
into empty bottles
& sending them to
old lovers
& me—
pulling out my eyelashes
for a man dead
ten years before
my birth.
The sun settles
into the blankets
of the mountains,
I lay still
& pretend these
are your last moments—
your soul,
my breath,
leaving
my mouth.
& hold still, hold
my breath
& remind myself
of a girl I knew
who choked herself
out of her pain.
The stereo ticks off
seconds
like pills
in your old mouth—
your evening
to drown in.
Outside you
there are children
calling out like birds,
men severing ties
for a mediocre dinner,
women screaming
into empty bottles
& sending them to
old lovers
& me—
pulling out my eyelashes
for a man dead
ten years before
my birth.
The sun settles
into the blankets
of the mountains,
I lay still
& pretend these
are your last moments—
your soul,
my breath,
leaving
my mouth.
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Literature
Silhouettes
That world
in between words
is where we exist -
Between
pen and ink
black and white...
Wedged
within margins
and lines
loose cogwheels of mind.
To others,
this void
tastes like
copper pennies
smells of
gasoline-soaked matches.
But together, we found
oblivion
immortality;
The silver lining -
A loving embrace
sweet telepathy,
transparency
and chemistry,
Our other half
resides
between
heart and soul,
thoughts and words,
And exists
where
blank space frames
ink and
page.
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
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