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Category: Writing and Poetry
it's cold in here and i don't know how to treat myself. i don't know where to place my hands, where my feet go in the holds, where this carpet waltz takes us. i have no reference. it's cold in here and my mouth is full of needles. and every time i cough, i spit up a handful -- when i present you one, your only comment is disgust at the blood. not for the sake of it, but because you expect cleanlin... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the bugs will always be there, and i will always watch them. my children; they undo me and make me whole in one swift breath as they scurry when i turn the lights on. they will never understand that i am not something to be feared. they will never know the loving gaze i turn their way, when so many would swat them down. they will never know h » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
you are unholy. you know this — it has been ingrained in you, a self-imposed slap on the wrist sticking, clinging to your insides. and you’d try anything to right the wrong of what you’ve been dealt, you’d bleed for it; penitence, a brush with grace, are the bones you’re tossed in return for humble sacrifice. and you gnaw out the marrow as if it were the word of g-d, himself. the low rumble of the... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
you shouldn't have to mask yourself -- you were never going to be him. and that's not pessimistic; it's genetic. you weren't built for perfection, it's an ideal you can't hold in your hands -- it slips through slender fingers, and it isn't it better to be a spectacle? you pride yourself on this ideal, this true blue, this one, this something; and where does it get you? in my eyes, the weirder the ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
it's a sick sense of envy. it's standing out in a crowd. it's clippers, buzzing, cropped hair; it's never short enough until you can feel the blood on your ears, until your hands, fingers, are numb. you are me and i am you and we're no different from each other; you're not me, i'm not you, and we couldn't be further apart. it's all the same. it's all the same, and the drugstore's closed. it's half... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
you try not to think about it. nothing good ever comes from the train of thought, there’s no point in thinking about it. so you don’t. it becomes inconsequential over time, a blip in the back of your mind; that hole in the wall that makes you wince and promise to fix it, but you won’t. you know you won’t, you can’t. there’s not enough spackle in the world to fix a dent that size. so you don’t. but... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
this is always the common thread-line, it was always going to be. you find comfort in the hunted and danger in the hunter; adrenaline is as familiar as the back of your hand, as an old friend, as a pair of teeth sinking into the soft spot where neck and shoulder meet. as blood rushing to the skin and pooling out squished surface. somewhere, you want the title. you want the sharp canines, the crush... » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
sometimes i wonder if i'm a bad person. not by principal, but just on accident -- i wonder if i'm not the person i should or could be. and i think that's natural, right? it's natural to not know what the hell you're doing and wonder if you're the worst person on planet earth or if you're just almost-nineteen? i think it is. but that doesn't stop me from wondering. i've been watching the x-files. i... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
through a glittery kick-drum there's a beat that says 'come on kid, come on kid,' and i do. it's all i know now. i'm a drone but at least i'm eating. i roll out of bed because you did, i brush my hair and paint my face and hide under creased shadows of light, because it's something to do; because you walked these paved steps first. you'll never know my name and i don't want you to. i don't need y... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i think i might always be bitter be curling leaves of grudges, grievances; forgiveness is in my nature to a point. (and you're it.) in truth, it's difficult to resist tearing into the flesh of the hand that slaps just as much as it feeds. and, in the end, what am i now? where does bloodshed lead us? the crunch of bone; satisfying between my molars, marrow stuck to my gums, » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
i breathe and i hide under the covers -- the stars on the ceiling glow behind my eyes, and i'm safe. i'm safe, i'm safe, and it doesn't feel like it. i'm safe, i'm safe, and the paint is peeling off the walls. i'm safe, i'm safe; and g-d is watching me. all eyes open on the boy who cried wolf, the beast trapped in their den. » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
i listen to dolly parton and cat stevens and-- broken plates are a family-wide love language. i should apologize. i don't want to. do you remember when i split my calf on the neighbors fence? i flipped my bike going 10 in a 25 and butterflied myself, and you were mowing the lawn. you were mowing the lawn and-- i was afraid of you, not the blood. » Continue Reading
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