

in repetition,she licked every pebble from his thirty eight eyelashes and said, "your cheeks are soft like the petals of white daises" and he never heard her speak again.in repetition,


sound in relation to the heart(paint on my palms, skin, like wax. melt. melt. melt.)sound in relation to the heart
i have a fever and you tell my mother i will die.
but i have water stuck to the walls of my throat and inside each strand of hair. i tell you.
i am drowning.


Steve.dear Steven;Steve.
i did what you said and spread blood on my ceiling, but the christians spat on me and said things quite profane. then i took off all my clothes and did a rain dance, just like you showed me, the cops called me on that one too, though. remember that time you thought it would be a good idea if i sacrificed a black bear during the full moon? yeah, well, my mom was pretty pissed off when she had to get a new carpet. the other day i asked a tree permission before i climbed it, like you told me i HAD to. the neighbor saw and told my mom that if we didn't give us all the rhubarb from our garden that he'd get me locked up (n


english.english, like summer, rainingenglish.
mayflies in a locket of radiant hairs, shine like june(bugs) in a voice of twine and (egyptian) sheets. counting in spanish counting in french
counting in russian english, like counting down. forfeit your (new) coming; for old ways.
because i am young again like i have always been. in fields of daffodils and June bugs, wrapped in egyptian cotton with wings like a moth. and no one speaks english. no one speaks english no one speaks english. no one speaks english.
timeless, s


the taste of winter."the sky is your favorite colour" "i know."the taste of winter.
we have tongues like cinnamon, and
i tell you that i dont believe you anymore
because your eyes are like noon, and i
hate noon. and i want you to know that
i dont trust you anymore because you
keep me in purgatory when all i need is
clarity, whether it be in heaven or hell.
but our tongues are of cinnamon. and i
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep. and i need to tell you that
i cant breathe anymore, because my skin
is like sand, and i


mispronunciation.i am far from where boundaries create me.mispronunciation.
breathe.
i saw you undress during a july storm. where notions of life became irrelevant.
here, i believed that the stars were small. here, where it was believed that i was small. breathe. i heard you sing to life itself, under the maple trees. where your music makes me erratic. here, i create for the ones who can not. here, where creating is lavender, and gold. breathe. i tasted your sense of love, harmony kept. where induced memories become unwritten. here, i survive. here, where i collect th


tuesday.it is a tuesday, and i am crying. i can hear the rapid pace of the watch on her left wrist. i amtuesday.
nestled in her ears with words to complain about. i ask her, knowing she will have an answer;
"why does it rain so much?" "because, you kill all of the spiders in the basement."
she does know, and i agree. because the body count is very high. i remember that i hate her, and retract my acceptance of her thoughts.
it is monday, and i am erratic.
i can hear the shower as she squeezes all the water from her hair. i am
curled to the c
by *MirrorCradle
Thank you for the fav.
You know it always means alot.
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory
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