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You cast me into
bitter winter winds;
turned me into a
snowflake just so you
could watch me melt.
(and taste my blood on the
tip of your tongue)
bitter winter winds;
turned me into a
snowflake just so you
could watch me melt.
(and taste my blood on the
tip of your tongue)
Literature
the aftermath
the temple of her body was torn open tonight,
desecrated and lit on fire. i swear, gods have burned
and felt less pain than i do as i write these words down,
because she’s crying in my bathroom right now and i have
to go and convince her that the handful of feathers
i have left in my palms could ever equal the wings he snipped
off of her tonight. she will never fly again. she will never
believe so wholly in herself again. her body is no longer
a temple, her body is a landmine, an open wound, a thousand
foot drop off of a bridge, a stranger to her. she will never
again be able to trust her body, to know her body.
this is not the first p
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Shooting Stars
I'm wishing on a star so bright
It's burning my eyes
Might be the moonshine
Might be losing my mind
I was never one for superstition
But tonight I'm wishin'
Wishing my life was as bright
As all that sparkling starlight
Wish my future held some hope
And my mistakes made me stronger
But that thinking's just to cope
With knowing you're burnt out
And it's not some glorious supernova
No, it's more like a hangover
And I know I shouldn't drink as much as I do
But it's to keep me from missing you
I remember when we'd lay out
Under the stars and wish together
It feels now so long ago
And I am wondering whether
Those stars weren't fighter planes s
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epitaph
the girl i did not run over
looks at me with eyes that say
that i am part of the problem,
when i could have been her solution,
looks at me like she’s blaming me
for swerving away, like she’s measured
every one of her steps from her door
to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed
to account for.
i almost double back to try and tell her
all the same things that i have been told
but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now.
her stomach too hollow. she does not
need more empty words to swallow, she does not need
stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god
think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs.
i do no
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Your imagery is always so clean and beautiful.