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dusky dusty mirrors mirror my disgust and
mourning comes when morning does,
previews prevail prevalent in my thoughts
like pen on paper like petals on skin
blossoms blooming, bow down to sobbing,
darling, we were never more than a tangle
of limbs and heartstrings-
heartless are the most easily heartbroken
broken is more beautiful than bent,
make your way around the bend and
spin spidery webs of freudian slips and slides
(don't wanna grow up, being and living
are two different things)
i caress the carcass in the mirror and
crumble crying about crusts on toast.
Literature
i
i as a thing with a body
must feel endlessly.
opening, blooming,
closing, wilting:
i flower
and the sky falls upon me.
i am the root, the stem, the rain.
when this bedrock allows
for no more following --
then i must lead,
if i wish to breathe.
i as a thing with a body
have no lungs to speak of
and must compensate
with twigs,
and pixels,
and distance without schematic
with falling, for a lilac while
and ending things before they begin.
when i am hurt
i must not be hurt.
i as a thing with a body
must never be hurt:
to be hurt is surely to die,
and to die is to be unknown.
to be unknown is to have roots
but no stem
no petal.
i
Literature
.
i.
to be perfectly honest,
i've got a rabbit's heart.
you know,
the kind that freezes
the moment it senses danger.
kind of like a january midnight where
all is still and the only thing you can taste
is the rawness of your uncovered
fingers.
and it aches
and aches
until your fists refuse
to loosen,
before finally it stops beating
and you're slowly dying
inside of yourself.
ii.
once upon a time
i fancied myself a she-wolf.
ivory fangs that bit down on
desperation,
silver eyes that could see
through hell itself,
and a blackness nestled peacefully
inside my chest,
sleeping all day and waking only
when the full moon rose.
but i have learn
Literature
Lost Lights
Peter Pan, with his hands cupped,
tempts the Moon Mother with his smile.
Shy stars peek past her skirts,
wondering why such a soft soul
holds heartache an ally.
"Look closer, children; he's here
to guide ghosts--lost lights--home."
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title edit:
full title- night lights don't work when they're broken inside.
full title- night lights don't work when they're broken inside.
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AGAIN, LIKE MOST OF THE THINGS YOU WRITE, YOU'VE GOT IT SPOT ON. EVERY LINE IS MY FAVOURITE LINE OMGGG
it's like you catch emotions in a jar or something. Karen I cannot even express how amazing your words are <3
it's like you catch emotions in a jar or something. Karen I cannot even express how amazing your words are <3