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I stalk your words
yes, those silly
little things you scribble
down in the margins
of your dreams, and
even more so
those corporeal chains
of script that bind
your tongue fast to
the roof of your mouth.
I stalk your words
and I prey on those
who dare decipher
how the graphite tail
of your thoughts
hooks letters together.
I promise I'll be
close at hand
when they staunchly
sink their barbs
into the marrow of
your mind and
suck you dry.
yes, those silly
little things you scribble
down in the margins
of your dreams, and
even more so
those corporeal chains
of script that bind
your tongue fast to
the roof of your mouth.
I stalk your words
and I prey on those
who dare decipher
how the graphite tail
of your thoughts
hooks letters together.
I promise I'll be
close at hand
when they staunchly
sink their barbs
into the marrow of
your mind and
suck you dry.
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forgetting how to sleep
take two.
a week past the end of the world,
and there’s something therapeutic
about not caring. I must’ve
really messed up in another life. I
wake up shaking and forget to sleep
shaking and hold your hand, shaking,
remembering the moment I became
poison. I feel crazier than ever; cementhead’s
good and gone with his plastic wrists
and missing soul. the boy who entertains
his unfriendliest nightmares couldn’t
muster up enough innocence
to make it right. (today, he writes
a letter; dear Sophia, he tells me
it doesn’t get better. I’m
locked up for a crime I
didn’t commit. you did it,
Sophia. yo
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.
I wedged the remains of your bus ticket veins
And chloroform sticky notes under the floor boards
Concealing them, out of sight out of mind, but I swear
Sometimes at night I can hear them crunching
Vowels like bones between their molars
Aching for the flesh and thesis of pretty little girls
Filmy and crackling like static between the slopes
Of your shoulders, those quiet spaces between
The short lived confessions and pulpits of your
Half assed convictions and lovers trysts.
Hardly left any room
For the gods to reside in the pieces of heaven
That you scattered across the carpet
Of your apartment floor
in hopes of catching angels between ash
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settle
on these nights
i seemed to bleed
something beautiful
atop of blue bird's
bones.
breathing
breaths
of
frost
lashes.
stars settling
in
eyes of spring,
budding blooms
and
sure-shell things
but heart cries
for blossoms
the fall of gentle
white
rough my bones
in winter's chill-
where my
heart
used to be
so
s t i l l
.
.
.
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