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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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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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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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Withstanding Borderline

I tell you I’m flakey because the breadcrumbs blent in with the leaves and I don’t know how else to say it. As if rolling coils down a hill could build a decent pot for these roots that stand for … 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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Don’t Mind June

Paper never stops burning. Agreements will fold– pretend I’m cranes, stacked thoughts. Tears over my slivers, your condolences, your sincerity sounds of crickets… These cardinal directions gasp in heart-beats skipping like children do. The summer dries ink, sending pigeons to … Continue reading

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Ours is Film Noir

Never stop transposing me with            juxtaposition, a porcelain so bright the rim of their noses disappear. Grains fall through this mask… You looked at me like amusements’ law attracts by ways of architect; hands stiff in hesitation. That move could … Continue reading

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Soak me, monochrome.

I saw yesterday bundled in blues. Soak me, monochrome, between the sea width.                  The sky is waving,                  swearing tomorrow                  never came today * This poem is in response to day one of a poetry challenge. It’s supposed to follow with … Continue reading

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Crystal Princess Pony

I caught him eating the sun, burnt tongue and gnawing laced bushes, claiming blurred lines between flashes of g-rated stills or poor resolution… Poor pretty Little Pony with golden hair to her knees. Kneeling down on scraped knees. Scraping knees, … Continue reading

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