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even after the most beautiful moment there is still the ugliness of everyday to tackle and the night that suffocates the open wound of the sun in bloody vengeance with more wars on the horizon * slurping joy drunk at 11 alright gods my ass on the rail once more kneeling with wretchedness and myself … Continue reading
those who tell you the world doesn’t work that way are tired of their world not working and thus hope you deaf numb helpless are a solution to those untold * they healed me from open wounds but i realized then while holding onto them like a bandaid that i could not see beyond them … Continue reading
and then there he is in the middle of the sun that could’ve made for a beautiful day if he wasn’t in front of it and could’ve spread singly into a beautiful flower behind me if i weren’t there either, telling me as a gentleman would how he fucked my girlfriend in shaky, full arms … Continue reading
isn’t there a place where i can burrow myself deep and dirty in you without having to see others watching me hide in your shade like a sun behind a tree hoping not to burn those that need it like i soiled still and reaching for you against the empty space that suffocates the stars … Continue reading
the earth will stop dancing one day leading to won night but by then will you learn the music that i play lightly only for you and the world without ears will you recall the steps that it takes to take too it will you realize it is better not to be solo but to … Continue reading
there is a space between where i wish to be where i was where i will be and where i wander currently and without the current every moment i am adjusting to the idea that this emptiness between those dots is not horrifying but the very point of them and that the still waters … Continue reading
you need to cut your hair son for it does not lengthen your looks but mom don’t you know i am bits of you and you are the most beautiful bits of me and son you must listen to your father for he knows how to be a man but mom don’t … Continue reading
inside her with exploding organs that’ll splatter the ceiling with offal and blood though the walls need to be repainted anyways for they peel from handprints that remind one of ceaseless childhood where endless days giggle to playful wind and a sun on rollerskates down the bountiful road where each work will be a masterpiece … Continue reading
if i die today let it not be because of yesterday but because i managed to slip into the ever-escaping tomorrow * these sentences show too many spaces between us but i cannot stop myself from reading into the bare silences * when i die ensure i am drunk and in love perhaps with … Continue reading
clouds as teeth against your blue shaping into sweet supple nothings that have milked everything from my bite except for you staying solid and untouched by the allure of flight in the sky as a baby unaware it was born without wings * time between us old lovers fumbling wrinkles and curves unwanted through wanting … Continue reading
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