Tag Archives: isolation
blades.
above the crust where else but breaking through, not me, not sure who, simply snuck or stolen from beneath, an image shaken from my shoulders with the earth
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my eyes.
at three a.m. sometimes i stay up in the flourescents of the bathroom, crosslegged on the counter i force out blackheads, it’s recovery, the way at nineteen i cut bangs to hide the blisters back it’s another world in there … Continue reading
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bright.
we don’t have anything in common. i’m smarter than you are but i keep to myself. loudness is the opposite of strength, you’re far too revealing. it unloops shoelaces and unbuttons backs of old blouses. i wish i weren’t bright. … Continue reading
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