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ElsewhereSometimes, I just don't want to
be touched. Sometimes my skin
aches for a brush of flesh on flesh
even so much as a single brush
casts a blush of pink on my cheeks.
But not now. Now I am being caressed
by the vibrations of the bass that echo
through my bones, stronger than your grip
You yank my flesh, but my mind is
AnonymousThe man I pass by on my way
to Starbucks who stiffens up
and smiles at me as he rests
on his shovel and wipes his
brow, does not know anything
about who I am,
or what I've been through and I
I am nothing but anonymous.
A Little LessYou know what you did, and that is
all I ever wanted to know, to hear
you say I'm sorry but an apology
only goes so far. It wont ever fully
heal, but it's a start.
I don't strive for a relationship
nor even a friendship, or any contact
really, I just want to be okay,
and knowing you know how badly you
hurt me makes me hurt
a little less.
StatueI sever myself from my body
Become a concrete wall
Under the delusion of animation
Where tears never fall and
Nothing bad ever happens
And I wonder if I'll ever have the courage
To join myself and my body
'Unite them' he says
I want the whole you
But even his hammers can't crack
The Things I Will SeeI will see people fall in
and out of love
and people find fascination
because of it.
I will see the days grow
shorter, and longer, shorter
I will see young faces grow
old, wrinkle like old leather
boots, dirt-stained, with rusty
I will see the rust spread
and life fall from your eyes.
The LotteryI won the lottery of destroyed dreams
but I still won the lottery.
I won buckets of tears, and millions
of people's last chance.
I won the final dollars of a last
welfare check, spent on a whimsical
wish to be able to take care of that
baby girl who lies awake, only six months
already able to fall asleep
to screams of sirens
I won all of that.
Every last penny spent on a hopeful whim
a fantasy that one day they'll have
the means to fix the leaking roof.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
AnaBreakfast is the first to go
then lunch..... then snacks....
and then dinner fades..... into nothing.....
you'll hate the sharp pain in your stomach....
for the first few days at least,
but then you'll learn to love it....
The excuses come rough at first
they'll start to suspect something.... if you don't
do it right, if you don't make it believable
"it's okay, I already ate"
"I'm not hungry"
"I have to study"... and so on and so forth
And one day they will take you out
to eat, for his birthday or something...
and you'll cut your food into tiny bites....
"I can't eat all of this" you think
even if you tried.... your stomach has shrunken down
with the rest of your self,
you'll eat though.... just to make them happy.
"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom"
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