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I stalk the rooms—
the light bulbs wearing
their best silks
& throwing bloodied roses
across the walls,
the women spin-cycling
in every window
like sharpened spokes.
Something behind
my temple
twitches & kicks—
my plush organs
like fainting couches
& the fever in my spine
radiating color
onto every surface.
They’re practicing
their circus leg tricks
with their brusque
burlesque hair
as the men throw
salivating wolves
against the glass—
the only protection
for their flustered limbs.
I am lost in the hallways
with the arousal
of agitating silence—
gripping the walls
for solid muscle
but coming back with
chunks of plaster
that seep through
my fingers in jolts.
The droning white noise
replaces me for hours—
the pressure building
as my chest shrinks
against my lungs,
hardwood biting my lip
inside this womb that
never stops spinning.
the light bulbs wearing
their best silks
& throwing bloodied roses
across the walls,
the women spin-cycling
in every window
like sharpened spokes.
Something behind
my temple
twitches & kicks—
my plush organs
like fainting couches
& the fever in my spine
radiating color
onto every surface.
They’re practicing
their circus leg tricks
with their brusque
burlesque hair
as the men throw
salivating wolves
against the glass—
the only protection
for their flustered limbs.
I am lost in the hallways
with the arousal
of agitating silence—
gripping the walls
for solid muscle
but coming back with
chunks of plaster
that seep through
my fingers in jolts.
The droning white noise
replaces me for hours—
the pressure building
as my chest shrinks
against my lungs,
hardwood biting my lip
inside this womb that
never stops spinning.
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
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theme: buzzing red.
a completely gutted
& revised version
that only resembles
the first draft
in a certain light
if you tilt your head
at a 40 degree angle.
this is set
in a brothel
but i don't think
it needs mature content.
feel free to critique
but please be gentle--
i'm fragile.
a completely gutted
& revised version
that only resembles
the first draft
in a certain light
if you tilt your head
at a 40 degree angle.
this is set
in a brothel
but i don't think
it needs mature content.
feel free to critique
but please be gentle--
i'm fragile.
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The spin cycle reference is fantastic. I enjoy your fascinations.