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now the sun sets at three p.m. and
they keep saying my name like it's a threat,
like it's
toxic.
I'm chain-smoking dopamine and
the oxytocin has settled in my lungs;
they said stop binging seratonin but
my endorphins are
all out
of
whack.
god,
my lungs are blackened with clichés
that fill up my rib cage
and skitter across my heart,
she whispers,
"didn't you know you're a parasite"
and i
say
"no,"
but i don't say
"i'm not surprised."
they keep saying my name like it's a threat,
like it's
toxic.
I'm chain-smoking dopamine and
the oxytocin has settled in my lungs;
they said stop binging seratonin but
my endorphins are
all out
of
god,
my lungs are blackened with clichés
that fill up my rib cage
and skitter across my heart,
she whispers,
"didn't you know you're a parasite"
and i
say
"no,"
but i don't say
"
Literature
blood money
i remember you bribing gods you did not believe in
just to stay safe. dropping someone off
on the other side of town, you'd say "here is a good deed,
let's hope this counts."
i thought what kind of a heart is this,
racking up points before Christ.
-
now you say there is no entertainment other than warfare.
lives stretch for so long
half the country stops drinking for new year's,
instead staring into the frosty sky,
waiting for another missile or plane crash.
the diseases you get stick along for the whole ride,
siphoning life out. your lungs wilt and stick
like cobweb to a burnt
Literature
pressed flowers
you take the staleness of routine
and make it into bakery visits
& quietly exhilarating afternoons
pitch black car rides
arriving at the city lights
and homes left
untouched but seen
you hand the world to me
in debris
and i still bear it gently,
springtime in the palm of my
frostbitten hand
and in your morning bell toll tones
you are fearless
you crushed death into art
and tucked it between stories
you helped me smell like summer again
even with salt on sidewalks and cracked hands,
you made frames from frost
and hung our breath on the walls
alongside abandoned branches and winding limbs
there you are
smiling
Literature
in an inconspicuous
i live in a space
where it's
socially acceptable
to stare at you
and actively
regret most
things i've done
in relation
to such.
i live in a space
where i watch
beautiful things
and wish i was
beautiful too.
i live in a space
where i talk
to beautiful things
and wish
i actually existed
with them.
i live in a space
where i am a dangling
speck of mistakes
where i plea
to every version of you
shame-faced and
silver-cheeked.
i live in a space
where i unravel
just enough to consider
the end, but not enough
where i am actually
an unspun ball
of yarn.
i live in a space
where i wish
i was spaghettied
across the universe,
but even that,
i fail at.
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i love the small font and the bold letters too! great effect <3 the imagery is quenching.