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only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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Grated Slate; Cocaine

I made you mountains. I pulled on plates of porcelain— and here                 are your black lines. And here is some white guy; The president of feces. I drew him                 of black lines. Now you draw into mountains                 … Continue reading

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prostituting avalanche

that foam spread over mounds, mountains of guilt wafted for the sake of clarity. there is more that can pass through such lips… i was reciprocating mutable charm to drip off my chin– but only on weekends. he obliged, promised … 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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The High Class

Pills fall in line on the palm of their hands. Capsules in round vogue the latest trends. Back in the vault, cheap transparent plastic from Christmas circa 2000, trap coated yellow models batting labels for release. Tension builds like the … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … 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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If I Only Had a Dime

Gave my heart away. Had it sold back to me. I’ll leave it here to decay Knowing nothing is for free. Men have no hearts.   Men have no heads. My conditioned response?         Give them head.       I don’t … Continue reading

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Bitterness

It has nothing to do with him but it has everything to do with him: She left on a sour note. So sour, it was hard to swallow. She couldn’t bare the after-taste. She couldn’t even say goodbye. At least … Continue reading

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