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Dwindling
Everything inside of me is withering up you see; what of me I wanted to give to you I had wanted to be a font, a fountain, a rushing pulse of wet life, all bloody and brilliant. I have nothing … Continue reading
Just Like You Were
She’s all knives of fire just like you were. She’s all rage and hatred and love just like you were. In this place, this version of us that never existed, you never knew her face, but she was a beauty, … Continue reading
Bleeding Out
First cut, to bite deep into the bracelets of fortune; second cut, to lay open the fault lines; third cut, to make it like a hat trick. How many times must I show you the insides of everything I have … Continue reading
Jones
Some days, she does not bother getting out of bed. Some days, she looks from the clock to the wall. Some days, she drinks more than she eats. Some days, she vomits more than she drinks. Some days, she cries, … Continue reading
You and I
I still think of and am caught up short by the memory of your eyes, your mouth. I have never beheld your true face nor have I kissed you but I know what you taste like. I know it because … Continue reading