Drink in hand, night wide open All these people I think I love. The intoxication begins, first a tingling in the forehead A rush to…
Prose & Cons
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There’s violence in these wanton words of black There’s violence in the little lies and cracks There’s violence in the fire spitting sparks There’s violence…
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I’m pressing my hand to the clean glass window. Watching the fog around my Smeared fingerprint recoil into itself. Dissipating, Disintegrating As if it was…
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[As per a request – TW: Mental health issues] I hate these little blue pills I hate this old self, I hate this current…
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I’d tell you that I Feel small without you, that my Throat hurts without you.
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fill the space with yourselves. define your experience by your own words. precedent eats [ ] like u / spit out the self like…
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they came from the hole in the sea spiral tails break through foamy waves they came to rejuvenate our ways and they came to take…
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The body is a painting In that it can be misleading Misleading to the eye All that matters Is what’s in the eye of the…
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Sticks and stones may not break my bones But they sure as shit Can’t make a nest Without what comes naturally Chickadee, chickadee …
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Outskirts of Ithaca, New York If you find the small Gold heart in the grass once more, Keep it for yourself.