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wrangling dust

it’s a votive for confidence; a feather threaded through the ear, forging for motives spooled by powder or ashes. but there are no ashes for my sin never rests in bed. my watch still flares over chasm. a motto in quasi … Continue reading

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Haiku, Cry or Leaf

It’s Autumn in the Bags of your eyes and I try Not to fall with you

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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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sister

pin me past the seasons. my chest hums out, my jaw reacted because of weeks heavy against confession. that prick felt sharper made by yellow’s reflection restored in our familiar skies. sun is sometimes but always.. paired, we are similar … 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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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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Set the Table

they never put napkins on their laps, expecting pretzels to unfold under miniskirts. they never care if salt shakers tip, never bother to ask, why so superstitious? “don’t look over your shoulder.” at least, that’s what they told her. I … Continue reading

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Please, don’t look back.

When my smile fades It is because I lose you To those yesterdays.

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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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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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