Monthly Archives: May 2017

traffic

The words race out of your mouth like carsĀ on a highway. They crash into each other, they crash into me, they crash into my words. The crashes are loud. You don’t hear them, but the silent noises erupt and cause time to shake. I can hear the metal crunching in our verbal collisions. Our love […]

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the red apple

Her heart descended from Eden, Eve’s red apple is alive within her flesh branches, bitten, broken, scarred. No man has a chance, but the sweetest apples are always out of reach, so I’ll keep rustling her flesh branches with my hungry hands, and my slapping mouth. I will carve my name with my teeth on […]

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just smile

I wrap my bandage smile tightly over my mouth, but you see the pain dripping down the crooked wrapping, you know the despair that infects underneath, you know my emotional necrosis, the dead emotions that rest in me like corpses, that I drag from room to room, my closest friends, and you know the antidote, […]

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horses

I snap my darkness in half and the horses of my imagination rush out, soaked in the blood of my internal conflicts. I comfort my beautiful beasts.

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muted garden

The sound garden is muted. The leaves and petals have turned black. The song bird lays on the ground, sadness seared his vocal cords. His final song still dangling from his final breath. The echo will rattle in a city’s melodic blood.

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taste the silence

The words wash on the shore of my tongue cooling me. There is nothing to be said. The words taste better in my mouth, I’ll just keep rolling them like mints, fresh waves. Smiling at your anger.

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last to first

You were dying your petals were crackling. I soaked you with my tears. It did not help. I showered you with my blood. It did not help. I grabbed you and buried you in the red soil of my heart. You grew within me, you flourished, your roots wrapped around my vital organs and sipped from […]

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current

My seashell ears still echo your voice, the ocean of your words still crash against my fears, cutting them into courage.

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therapy

I just want a kiss to taste your memories, I’ll quench my thirst with the bad ones, sipping the salt of your past. I promise to leave you with some minty ones, good times dripping on your lips, wet memories to seal your fractured dreams so they don’t bleed out their glowing marrow of hope. […]

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cut

I cut you out of my life and my life was the one that ended up bleeding.

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