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a string is tied around my neck
at least i know where i belong
broken bones
pile up on the floor
i'll dust them off later
please do not sweep away the shards
they're my mind
singing like seagulls
out in the real world
i die every day
but we are rich kids and don't know pain.
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snowglobe
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass
that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor
we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow
the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards
but the trees stood by
evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic
we painted shut the door
with smi
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untitled
in the dream
I stand on the tracks
illuminated by a light that grows exponentially brighter, closer
I realize this means train
this means run
But I cannot move
and so I blink and blink
until I am elsewhere
the side of a Texan highway
this time a log truck crashing towards me
there is no escaping this need to escape
I am forced to be okay with living
in a world where apologies are withheld
& everything goes on as if nothing has gone on
I still wake with my hand between my legs,
guarding,
my fingers a chain-link fence that keeps nothing out
this time, my lover wakes me caressing and I cry
out in pleasure, I cry
until I am just crying
tea
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Illusionary Escapades
Please take me to Paris,
Or anywhere that their lips crackle with an embezzled arrogance,
With the tang of citric acid on smoked amber teeth
Where the roses sparkle on boulevards lined by small, quaint cafes,
The shorter the menu, the better the dining
Take me to Lisbon;
I want to scale its tiered hills,
See the lingering shadow of the Atlantic in bistro windows,
Coating my eyelashes in a thin sprinkling of salt
As we rampantly wander the docks, taking flight into a melancholy sunset
Somewhere far away that in the end never mattered was just a dream.
Let's stow away to Okinawa
Meander through ancient castles and local gardens
Listen to the t
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It's been raining all day.
I'm not in the mood for making sense.
Anyone know where to order it online?
I'm not in the mood for making sense.
Anyone know where to order it online?
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ohmyyyy i really feel this one (and even more so knowing that it was raining when you were writing it). the third stanza is my absolute favourite, as sometimes i think my mind will split into shards too 