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and then, mid-rinse, it hit me.
there's something a touch more troubling
about quiet desperation
showing its face during the
familiar & commonplace.
weeping in the shower; fully lathered,
ears ringing.
red-eyed in the mirror;
shaving cream scattered,
small cut crowning
a procession of teeth.
crying at breakfast;
full stack of pancakes
cooling on the table.
miserable at brunch;
spinach quiche crumbles
collecting on the chin.
it's a fully realized sadness
fit to laugh at, on the screen.
it's a swallowing despair
to bear in skin.
there's something a touch more troubling
about quiet desperation
showing its face during the
familiar & commonplace.
weeping in the shower; fully lathered,
ears ringing.
red-eyed in the mirror;
shaving cream scattered,
small cut crowning
a procession of teeth.
crying at breakfast;
full stack of pancakes
cooling on the table.
miserable at brunch;
spinach quiche crumbles
collecting on the chin.
it's a fully realized sadness
fit to laugh at, on the screen.
it's a swallowing despair
to bear in skin.
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the loudest lie he ever told
it starts when the clouds break his head and the waves crush his legs. his tears drip on my thigh and the colour of sleep floods my skull. the sound makes me afraid to open my eyes.
the next thing I know I'm naked, holding dry leaves to my chest. this is the thing to do when the boy with skin as frail as paper isn't here to touch me with his blue hands.
I wouldn't mind his lips in my hair if my hair twirled and created pictures of his skin to trace over. I wouldn't mind the wind blowing me through tree branches, through the arms of my lover. I wouldn't mind shivering if it meant holding his hand in the rain. I wouldn't mind my hands tugging
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breathing static
I AM AWAKE ON A TRAIN, BLEEDING LOUD AND THICK
THE TRACKS ARE GRABBING ONTO THE WHEELS
AND PUSHING THEM FOREWARD
MY LEGS ARE CAUGHT ON BARBED WIRE
TEETH GNAWING AND CLAWS DIGGING
LOUD NOISE BREAKING THROUGH THE CRACKS
BETWEEN OUR TEETH, SHATTERING THE AIR
warm little heart beating under cold skin
he tells me he's scared
sweat dripping down our faces
our hands touch softly
like we've each just barely
dipped our fingertips in the ocean
snow falling wind breathing into my hair
he closes my eyelids and then closes his eyes
earth becoming more and more quiet
like our headphones have been taken out of our ears
and are slowly being
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static words and turbulence.
"your deepdarksecrets will never compare to my filthy fragile sins."
"we'll just see now won't we?"
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4.
crash.
you share perfection with desperate city skylines and pretty eggshell bones. scars rest on sweet skin and ashes. blood will crash through unsuspecting veins. the walls can only be built so high.
[i can hear y
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I loved this poem because it was sad and strangely funny. And I loved the last stanza a lot.