hm.Hopeful Lies, Hopeless Liar Her tiny fingers are clenched tightly, They blossom out, gently shaking Then like a burning newspaper, curling inwards. Her delicate back,hm.
A bony frame made thick with pure, untouched skin arching and falling With each sustaining breath Little legs jerk slightly Then rest lightly on a scratchy white sheet Bowed fleshy knees Not yet wrinkled, Toes curled in firmly Small thin lips On a plum-colored face
Little eyelids, little eyes Innocent only for a little while
Empty RoomsIt was the most exciting one this week. The flowers were bright but subtle, something that said, “I’m sorry” without smashing it in your face. The room was full, and almost pulsating with energy; he must have been someone important. Maybe a business man.Empty Rooms
This was always my favorite part. The first 15 minutes, while everyone is waiting for people to show up. The people who cared, really cared, cried quietly to themselves. There was usually about seven of these people. Then there were three or four people who talked to each other and said things they didn’t really mean, sometimes you could see them blink a lot a
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia
Sighing as I rub my eyes I spiral my fingers in deeper
Until I see colors Red, pink, green, I pull my hands away and savor the few seconds of struggling to identify colors and shapes, Light from dark A dizzy surreal dance
The clock comes into focus 4:32, and I’m still wrestling for sleep television shows stop making sense and it’s really just noise to keep me company
Yesterday spins and clicks into place the gears turn and mistakes start to fuel my consciousness Soon its last week, Last month, &n
FlorenceHer shoulders creaked as she raised her arms saggy with age flabby with cold meatloaf that she had waited to eatFlorence
with him.
She wiped the clothesline that she had hung his slacks on to dry for thirty years. Thirty fuckin years and no thank you.
The scraggled entanglement of branches grabbed the hem of her skirt and gave her momentary hope that it was a quick sign of affection, a playful tug, his wrinkled hand; she grimaced as she unwound
the threads from the tree.
She was so bitter her mouth pursing in
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Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts, just tell me
Preserve the innocence.
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some had crumbled you straight to your knees, did it cruel did it tenderly. Some had found their way into your heart, to rend your ventricles apart. This is the story of the boys who loved you.
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some had crumbled you straight to your knees, did it cruel did it tenderly. Some had found their way into your heart, to rend your ventricles apart. This is the story of the boys who loved you.
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