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Your promises turn
me bitter like black coffee
I crave sweeter lies
me bitter like black coffee
I crave sweeter lies
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one night stand
Inspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
clothes-
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
Literature
hemophilia
i.
she's in tatters,
breaking down like
bleach under UV;
all hydrogen bonds
and wishing she would
never wake up,
her formaldehyde expression
won't save her from the sting
of peeling skin.
ii.
the hours are losing track,
but she is still flitting
around the living room,
her dress a piece of pieces,
skin showing blue where
the mortuary saw;
she lies down
in the kitchen,
watches the stars set
until one rises -
and tries
to melt.
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Ghost in the Machine
There were days
Melissa measured
her happiness in brightness,
when she would hold
her hands over her eyes
and the cracks of sunlight,
like old paint on drywall,
would shine through
to let her know exactly
who it was that held her.
Who is it?
And at that moment of recognition
Melissa felt…
...she felt okay.
More than photons
reflecting off of totem shells,
humanity is conch-cradled
in her dusk where light perception
is limited to the moon, where blind
is a swear word and an oath
dependent on a circadian
arcade: she is blind
and going blinder.
Lingering,
she allows herself a curfew
to blow out the lantern
and sing without color
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Thx for the fav and the llama! This is wonderful, the base for a great song...