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As Silence Reflects

I click my bones against you to know my hollow. My skin shades in transparence until I am glass. I am fragile tainted glass; tinted, unworthy. My bones open for your transcendence. I welcome shatter. Please, your fire binds my … Continue reading

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The philosophy of Santa

The crickets know my first name sdrawkcab|||backwards and annunciate in puzzles so the night is far less dim to my senses. Our pieces shade contrast. We break-even in consequence, my answers whisper for irrelevance as joy sleighs in the sky. … Continue reading

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untitled

break down. result impressionable, peaked– i refluxed. i entered here before choice cumbered as so. and such, i am motion. i feature as posture over blades of light…

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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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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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Devoted to Carbon

you’re a brazen hoax sanded by forethought, dimming this reflection, leaving me faceless. the visual is just that– the visual is translucent, distrait, posing as sin. my corpse is dismissed by your breath. your breath– my influence, a devotion to … 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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