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walk the edge of disaster
like you are one yourself;
don’t pretend –
be
the hurricane offering
rain to the earth and when
the cruel wind rips
it away, laugh at the
burn it leaves behind
just to feel
something.
(anything)
like you are one yourself;
don’t pretend –
be
the hurricane offering
rain to the earth and when
the cruel wind rips
it away, laugh at the
burn it leaves behind
just to feel
something.
(anything)
Literature
broken heart syndrome.
i was born in a december that was
no more mine than the snow or the
sky was, the stars would glint like street
-lights dancing in shards over black ice, i
held my mother’s hand.
my first kiss was at midnight new years
eve, and january slipped off its overcoat
as it stepped in the door, i thought it
would be the shortest month but it was
the longest, lingering still on the edges of
every other heartbreak (nothing hurts like
the first).
february with all her pretty smiles, with all
her quiet tragedies, i tucked my cat’s death
in the corners of a leap day spent crying,
folded my parent’s divorce in the fortnights
sleepwalking
Literature
fall(ing apart)
Brass keys and candlewax,
You're my dilapidated aesthetic.
Flower crown in auburn curls
Amber eyes with autumn swirls
Pumpkin spice and "You're too nice!"
Indie music ambience
We say broken is beautiful,
But honey, no it's not.
There is nothing beautiful about
locks without keys,
Burning your finger on a flame,
Nor the wilted ring of flowers on your grave.
Autumn still tastes like you,
but it tastes like sadness, too.
Soft soul music is too painful;
Broken may not be beautiful,
But beauty has been broken.
Literature
as satellites
stelliform, we watched
our supernova bodies
burn. constellations
formed from tooth and viscera -
stark satellites from bone-ash.
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