you are in these bones, but they are not you.
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Reptile
Her body limp underneath you while you spasm and twitch your way to another mediocre orgasm. She lights a cigarette as you’re convulsing. Smoking, staring out the sliding glass door of the motel room you subsist in, lighting the next off the last, disconnected. Ashing all over the carpet, your filth running down her thighs, Read more
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I beg for silence.
The truth is there is no bottom. The Big Empty is just an endless fall pulling you deeper and deeper into something like a black hole without the substance at the center. How do I explain these colors to you because words like melancholy and sadness and torpor can’t quite wrap their delicate fingers around Read more
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endurable
He’s calling to me again, that unearthly baritone vibrating up through the bedrock and soil, sending shivers through the tall grass, (you’d opened the earth to find me when Demeter’s pretty daughter fell and found a new fate- i shouldn’t hate an innocent girl, how could she have known?) A whisper wending slowly, purposefully across Read more
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a sample of static
I am a collection of half-things, nothing in my life is wholly mine howI am half rotted, working through this next shedding, suffocating in the bubbles foaming around the fester. It’s so loud, this let go. Deafening.I see so much of what I’m not I forget what I am and this is a shame. I Read more
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Means.
I’ve forgotten how to tell you all these wounded things without the weight of my bloody tongue to drag you down. I’ve forgotten how to tell you about the echoes of countless whispers in the dark to the you I still hope exists. I hope you exist. Sometimes I want you to be someone else. Read more
let me sow that i may reap 