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i'm the kind of sick where
every second is slowed
into the kind of time lapse where
every noise is magnified
into the kind of sound where
every sense is amplified
into the kind of awareness where
every hope is fluttering
into the kind of longing where
every cell is screaming to fall
into the kind of person that
is you.
every second is slowed
into the kind of time lapse where
every noise is magnified
into the kind of sound where
every sense is amplified
into the kind of awareness where
every hope is fluttering
into the kind of longing where
every cell is screaming to fall
into the kind of person that
is you.
Literature
Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
Literature
12
The anger fades over time
even while I'm angry
the edges fade and break and crumble
the lot turns to a black sludge
it falls from my mind
fills up the hollow spaces
the empty pieces in my heart
the ventricles overflow, ooze
I have become a thing I hate.
Literature
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i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
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I really am sick. :\
hope everyone had a wonderful valentine's day. <3
I really am sick. :\
hope everyone had a wonderful valentine's day. <3
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how wonderful
I love how you leave the lines hanging and pick up the thought with the next line
I love how you leave the lines hanging and pick up the thought with the next line