Category Archives: Addiction

My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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they call it a panic attack… or acid flashback

i timed how many thoughts left and made their way past the moon. why did i drape in smoke? my thumbs stay active, flicking ashes, pretending sanity can be caught through a filter; i’m done spinning webs of my own. … Continue reading

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Barbies Ziplock Baggies

Oh shit. The dialing of eyes was reset! I was swaying in my beset, tender mucus slug rest, but my fingers were watching salt– They’re such inquisitive little things! Thoughts slanting on impulsive foolish adrenal nerve endings!! Let’s climb through … Continue reading

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“happy birthday.”

the Romans left out the tails from the tales of mer- babies. but those babies aren’t real. I’ll invert death, snort power, with powder for the babies butt. those babies aren’t high like ancient pitchers stained on display, pouring Sedgwick’s … Continue reading

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You always look dead when you’re sleeping.

Like a metaphor for burying the deceased, they cake on powder to burry their creases. Just pretend sleep keeps the skin salient like spit balls missing their targets… I was salivating at this thought to rehydrate acid tears from their … Continue reading

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Lakeland

Placid lakes are accompanied by bums that walk their fringe, carrying cardboard prophecies and hollow Big Gulps from 7/11. They feed off the charitable                    (also known as the dim-witted) because they can’t see them sitting in skin as though bones … Continue reading

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.4g for You and Me

She’s a virgin to sin like muslim daughters and dirty bachelors from Connecticut– but the curries so good! I won’t be a vegan tonight. I won’t drive sober tonight. I’ll drink too much water laced in watermelon– or ecstasy? I … Continue reading

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Thinks I Thought

I ask the paper to lie and pry in the corners of my mind so I could know where my thoughts went that night and all the nights that followed with all the drugs that flowed. It all came to … Continue reading

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FRAThespians

Maybe I should try angels because they mistake plaid for “check hers” and those chests even though geometers laugh at the cast bowing for an encore. I still don’t mind the format. Symmetry is ironic, yes, so they keep it … Continue reading

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Crayon Called Sin

Relate to an addict Whose secret’s their art. Chalked honesty, Every memory is a lie. Collecting colours, Shading a new life As if it will be enough. But there is no eraser for the sin. Make your parents proud, Hang … Continue reading

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