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i'm not so
completely stable
every time you make me smile
it's like
destroying
an abortion clinic
or something else just as
extremist
because i think you're the most
wonderfully
broken
masochistic
perfect
blistered
partially missing
piece of work i've had the pleasure
of experiencing while
you're putting yourself back together
i would
take the last
lopsided square of your puzzle
and hide it underneath the cushions
just so you would never be finished
or whole
or anything relatively
complete
just so i would know why
and just because i could
and just because i find you
so much more
beautifully attractive
when you're not quite
satisfied
i want
you closed off in glass jars
tucked safely
underneath my arm
so i can walk you
show you off
to any girl that comes along
completely stable
every time you make me smile
it's like
destroying
an abortion clinic
or something else just as
extremist
because i think you're the most
wonderfully
broken
masochistic
perfect
blistered
partially missing
piece of work i've had the pleasure
of experiencing while
you're putting yourself back together
i would
take the last
lopsided square of your puzzle
and hide it underneath the cushions
just so you would never be finished
or whole
or anything relatively
complete
just so i would know why
and just because i could
and just because i find you
so much more
beautifully attractive
when you're not quite
satisfied
i want
you closed off in glass jars
tucked safely
underneath my arm
so i can walk you
show you off
to any girl that comes along
Literature
sick
Death slouches over the edge of her bed, licking his lips as he caresses her thighs. He sings the noise of wind and rain crashing all around and her head throbs with the sound. Her head is hot. Her forehead is on fire and her cheeks catch alight with it. She burns silently and sees red, red, black.
Tiny insects have crawled beneath her fingernails and they dig with tiny claws and teeth until they are swarming beneath her skin, biting outward at her flesh. Each vertebrae carries bruises and as she tosses her body about the bed they ache loudly and sharply.
All the heat has rushed to her face, her body shakes like a leaf in wind and goosebump
Literature
requiem for a resurrection
watch
watch
where you lay your
hands
keep that sharkjaw grin in check
I'm counting teeth
and I believe
in skindeep songs
dancin' electric
building damaged stars
and heart-shaped scar
tissue
I said watch
watch
where you lay
your hands
'cuz I remark to emptiness
and I explain
in jest
shaping words like holes
to make a home
inside your chest so
swallow
swallow big!
(make room for nothing)
just watch
watch
where you lay
those
hands
Literature
falling sickness.
one.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell y
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