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the phantoms grasp

when i gaze long enough into these melting sidewalks i can see myself as i was before; before i knew anesthesia, before i knew platforms, before i knew the ocean and where looks could take me. i was mislead and … Continue reading

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Mist of Azure

there, you begin. between a foreign utterance, you compel. “your blue is just bleu,” and nothing else. notice the namesake; yet she is as metallic as they come. as she comes to you by smoke with the lush of her … Continue reading

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Who’s the Bitch?

                 Am I filled with helium                   or did the sticks fetch                 themselves? My head                       must be bloating                         and gloating…                                I assume       this humbled posture               has strayed me          hunchbacked as     a neutered … Continue reading

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gulp.

lingering in the pit of my throat is a stomach aching to be reassured; the present lies to present for unknown– for absurd absurdity. i think… i think i think too much, not of what life people may breathe but … Continue reading

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tears mean nothing

sighs clean lips like doubt. i’m biting thoughts for attention. whisper in blinks. whisper in blinks. i scream in-between reality (only when he’s not looking). it’s terror by eternal permanent enamel. someone dug graves, i swear they sowed death up … Continue reading

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Nothing but the Stem

I painted him with six fingers for reasons I can’t confess. (It’s for the way oil chips off of glazed wood,   sanded between thighs…) I wish I never closed my eyes to his– the greenest. For his was the greediest … Continue reading

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Portent Here

Migrate in reverse as omens hum lullabies in monotone. Black birds are the symbol of death. They might just be simple silhouettes. Predictions confuse their flight home. Auguries mistake flocks for clouds and thunder my soundness with doubt. There is … Continue reading

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I am Dust

When I ask for dust; I ask for a plague of time where my mind slips from every coursing moment so I can fade away, so I can disintegrate and recycle any feeling of peace or pleasure or despair and … Continue reading

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Lose Me

Walking through grains, Everything is visible                          But empty. Define the way your spirit moves, I’ll watch you float through the mist. You falter like a palm. You open your palm. You reveal your lines. All I ever see are lines— … Continue reading

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Seasons Prey

I don’t listen to God So why would I listen to the birds? Why would I listen to the bees? You say you can fulfill my needs But I am a goddess But I am the leaves              On the trees. … Continue reading

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