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god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.
"ask anything."
static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.
the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.
shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.
and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."
swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.
sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:
"where have you been?"
"ask anything."
static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.
the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.
shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.
and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."
swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.
sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:
"where have you been?"
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no one is ever going to want me
maybe once
this would've been
poetic
but i'm crying &
there's nothing
pretty
or wonderful
here
i think
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
faucet &
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
it
sound nice--
high
buzzed
lustful
but what i have
you won't like
memories
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
the heat
the cold
maybe it's the silence
that hurts
the stumbling
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
&
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
so nice
numbering stars and
crushing books between
my teet
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honeythief.
straw-stitched and hanging
off every word--
violated:
pressing my ears
against your brittle
hives
and
smoking
you
out
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it only lasts a little while
at the bottom
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents
open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through
hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun
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This is so beautifully written, and I love the metaphors xD