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Monthly Archives: March 2015
terrorized
no bloodied halls will grant my entrance into a white future. i saw that filthy corridor that led to his impending torture while mine ended in only purity. at least filth can be scrubbed off with bare hands; red residue … Continue reading
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pop
My eyes are burning from the new face-wash I just scrubbed into my pores. They’re red now – bubbles in my eyes.
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bookstore
there is no rival to that of walking into a bookstore. there is no concept of speed within those walls, only the leisure of staring at every author’s name scribbled on the fragile bindings. and then, when the titles of … Continue reading
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winged
the pond is so high its waves graze the clouds sloshing onto the blue ocean blue upon blue upon blue I lose my eyes in the movement menacingly serene, threatening the critters at a deathly pace cry to me, share … Continue reading
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831
I’m driving the wheel glides under my fingertips there goes a blue house, a red the local pizzeria is on the left a blood lab on the right and ahead, ahead is my inevitable home interesting how the air changes … Continue reading
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moitie
181 days who’d wish me one more day to stay with your glowing essence? I wish myself to do the deed, a gift not to you, but to myself. 4344 hours who’d wish me one more hour to cower between … Continue reading
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vexed
faces of purple, blue fill my vision and then I’m staring down the neck of a toilet its water: so clear, unperturbed it sits and waves leaving its condolences she is the only thing in my ears her uncanny ability … Continue reading
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