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so I caved in
and you
you reemerged
resplendent in rubble
the always
perfect stranger
playing bait
but it's the silence
you're still
hooked on
last night
I dreamt a parasite
dissolved in salt water
today
I splayed myself on concrete
concerned 'bout explanations
these are the same shakes
these are the same shakes
you should be ashamed
snakes
I'm tired of shed skin
in lover's clothing
and you
you reemerged
resplendent in rubble
the always
perfect stranger
playing bait
but it's the silence
you're still
hooked on
last night
I dreamt a parasite
dissolved in salt water
today
I splayed myself on concrete
concerned 'bout explanations
these are the same shakes
these are the same shakes
you should be ashamed
snakes
I'm tired of shed skin
in lover's clothing
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the fluttered- a collection
i
Hear my joints dislocate, coming apart at the notion of sunlight. It falls and it settles in pictures of loveliness, golden tree branches and hints of leaves; of autumn, of spring.
I am so tall in the water. My legs are never-ending, crooked lines of peachskin- watching my fingers draw out ripples until they strain and buckle and fall into the cool. Ill touch my toes and loop my figure and Ill make giant ripples, abhorring fallen leaves and sending shivers of blue through his legs.
Its a faded crimson red holding my breasts, tugging my hips and leaving my ribcage bare to the current. Its smudged lipstick and smear
Literature
tragedies.
you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
anyway.
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless d
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Because--
1
Because I was the girl made of brass
that shoved her feet in the dirt like roots
and stared down the wishing well.
You were never coming home,
and I was never going to leave.
2
Because I was the girl
who looked at pennies and only
saw the sunlight glinting off them-
because I was the girl that could not stand
to bend down and feel my wishes breaking
into rainbows I didn't have the faith
to see.
You were the light.
You always were the light.
3
Because I
was the girl
that didn't believe
in miracles.
4
But you gave me a reason-
you translated a foreign language into me
and when I talked I listened deep;
you b
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oh wow, very beautiful.