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Might As Wellby =daowns
Short TakesStaring at my clock 2:21, my mind is a windowless room.Short Takes
When your hand brushes mine, a static spark jolts my heart into beating.
Across from me, acrylic paint spatters fill the cracks in my life
I pretend not to notice.
Your face in my neck, my heart flutters and hot breath swishes down my chest.
Grey rain, spikes of hair flattened, short wet dark we're both droplets on your woolen collar.
Like a windmill, the earth turns and I fall apart.
Don't let me drown. Let me drown.
by =daowns
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eateni am being carved by those around me - they come with their shovels and gardener’s shears,eaten
their scythes and cranes
they dig holes all over,
put craters where my hips should be,
take chunks of flesh like mooncheese
and sprinkle it on their tongues
hands rake the hairs on my skin, leave behind lightning streaks; i rummage through the white rivers
to find blood and meat and bone
i do not know where i am once there were handprints on my stomach,
is my stomach even there? mottled like leaves in sunlight,
hole-filled lik
by ~xloveisaplace
willowwillow hair slithers toward me, bark that reaches for my touch. i run my fingers along them, peel off chunks that turn to sawdust. he emptied her swiftly, drunk all he could and left her whimpering, parched, so she calls to me, a wail that wallows in the wind and tilts and fades then pierces my ribcage. i try to renew her, but every drop of hope i rain upon her only makes her more brittle and lonely. nothing i say will keep her roots satisfied.willow
by ~xloveisaplace
tumbler turnhear glass quiver on damp fingers, but not before water sings silvertumbler turn
by ~prairiedaisy
Digging through the earthWe pushed our fingernails into the rocks that night:Digging through the earth
When you said "I'll miss you," and I could hear your voice breaking, I knew that you loved me; and when you said you loved me I knew we were digging
the hole we were standing in.
We're still standing there in our paleontology: surrounded by broken pottery remnants and fossils bigger than we are. Somewhere beneath our feet, though is the other side of the earth
That's why we keep digging. I want to be there with you, if the dirt sinks into my skin, if I burn away in magma, &n
by ~FlutterbyKeir
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