Tag Archives: fear

my dear space, time will tell

i fear we won’t watch our facade cave in. amongst all my love, i really look forward to wearing coral lipstick. but last night, when you said you didn’t see my face paint, i’d wondered what else you were blind … Continue reading

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Untitled

This is just specks I tackle in dilation Until my eye lashes fly. They carve my cheeks To assure me Of whats underneath. And I can see before touch But I can not see past touch. Anticipation is being rapid– … Continue reading

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tumble weed

that is my pride you took, my bones you rattled to crisp burnt sienna– a hue of distraction. repulsion for such twists of auburn, curls disregarded and tumbled for weeds. now i brush in dust that you have woven and … Continue reading

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When my smile fades

I fog into the twilight where window shields the heart. One tap– we break apart. So realize that yesterday was never meant to be a serenade. I was merely mouthing to your veins, referencing the time you seal with a … Continue reading

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demersal trawl

i fumble my mouth for words hidden deep in pockets you’ve knotted. you cast that net for my uncertainty and i pray this won’t suffocate me. though it’s only natural… but this can’t be normal. as if my breath couldn’t … 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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Repetition

He was weary, growing weak under abandoned sconce light as the arms shift sideways– a diameter too fatal to count how many nights she needed to live. Pieces of us were left, cradled like two bags of tea; one for … 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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Numb, by Demure

It’s lavender frozen in his iris’s wake– mystic snowflake stare into my soul, pointing at my vital obsession. I molt by probe, I drool in prose, I map a frail refrain, form diffusion and           d             e               s                 c                   e                     n … 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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