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Dolls
Posted on June 27, 2017
I collected lovers. Memories of them like pretty dolls. A cabinet full in my mind. I can’t get rid of these memories and I can’t touch these dolls. They’re staring at me from behind the glass cabinet doors, and I always find myself apologizing to them.
shattered
Posted on June 24, 2017
I’m just a shattered human held together by your saliva’s glue, and I keep sniffing the air like a wild dog, getting high on what holds me together. No one kisses you like me, because nobody needs you like me. It’s more animalistic than lust, it’s survival.
MONEY
Posted on June 23, 2017
They say money is the root of all evil. They say love is the root of all pain. I’m in love with money. I’m fucked.
Declaration
Posted on June 22, 2017
I am carved by the ocean and the night. I felt the ocean mold me, beat me, until I took the shape it wanted. It smoothed me over, but left some rough edges. I CAN STILL CUT YOU. I felt the night illuminate me with darkness. It poured itself inside of me, I mothered it, […]
days go by
Posted on June 15, 2017
I am not blowing out any more candles. My dreams have aged more than me. Their skin, wrinkled and pale. Their hair, gray. I fear my dreams are going to die before me and I won’t have anywhere to bury them. I will be left cradling them like a stillborn child.
S.A.I.L.
Posted on June 13, 2017
You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of spices, so you found the same when my teeth met your neck. You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of sugar, so you found the same when my lips moistened your body’s secrets. You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of […]
sunburnt hangovers
Posted on June 11, 2017
Sunburnt hangovers remind me of you, to love in excess, ignoring all warnings, for our well-being, to allow an unconstrained, even if temporary, love to burn with no limits, just like the sun’s UV tongue rays leaving red lick wounds on our bodies, the drunken sun takes body shots off of us, and all we […]
embrace
Posted on June 10, 2017
It really was your embrace that I missed, like words held within quotes, it made me feel like I belonged to someone.
lakeside
Posted on June 6, 2017
In the lake of my sins your reflection glistens. The water ripples as our past whispers with a wet voice. Our necks moist with words. You always manage to take off your clothes for a swim.