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Category: Writing and Poetry
in march i’m seventeen and starving for something i can’t name. all bones and bad decisions, my lungs full of cold air and my hands full of nothing. your memory slips back into my bloodstream with the grace of a liar who believes in their own confessions- sweet and dishonest and exactly what i needed. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
abandon subtlety- less talk, more spill. less tell, more show. you said you love me last night. i meant to give you everything but my tongue got tangled. the truth is: i want anywhere. anywhere i can be yours and you can be mine. we’d end up somewhere worth the mess, between words we’ve worn down to the bone. where the world spins wild off its axis & we don’t care because we’re not here for clocks... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
the velvet choke of gold-plated guilt drag your tongue on the cathedral floor in your evening gown stitched from gauze and shaking. no apologies spoken, just champagne colored silence and wrists hidden in opera gloves. we dance around the diagnosis, parading under chandeliers that drip morphine and mercy. said i’d quit, said i’d fight, but addiction’s just a lover with no mouth to bite. don... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
i hate the night. not in some cool poetic kind of way, but in the way where silence is punishing and every second stretches into a year i didn’t ask for. summer’s supposed to feel like freedom but it tastes like dread and i’m stuck here while half my friends are sending postcards from places with better skies, and the other half are driving with the windows down and futures in their pockets while ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
once, i swallowed summer whole—bike chain grease and convenience store firecrackers, the smell of wet asphalt and someone else’s dare. i kept it in my mouth, tongue pressed to the roof, hoping osmosis would make it mine. i was all bony elbows and borrowed gestures, watching boys knock the world loose from its hinges with muddy shoes and fists full of thunder. i wanted that recklessness, the kind t... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
watching the microwave spin my leftovers on a carousel of regret. letting elliott smith needle my ribs while the group chat dies in real time. refreshing my dopamine like a prescription i forged. binge-watching sitcoms i already memorized just to feel something that isn’t shrouded nostalgia. falling in love with strangers on the train because they look like someone who’d understand my metaphors. b... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
cartilage and spine, all this weight just to stand. this is such a curse; you’re such a curse, the kind forgetting dreams of. white-hot fever vs. hypothermia in a dance without rhythm, and still i can’t decide which bleeds sweeter. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i make myth of you in the privacy of ache. i don't know you but that's never stopped any good tragedy. secondhand spark. i'm already soaked in gasoline. glittering and gutted. maybe it's madness, but i'm too reckless to resist a siren (even when she's not singing for me). hands that touch nothing rearrange my days. cue the violins; i mistook your glance for an overture. how byronic of me. my hea... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i leave like i mean it but it never sticks we’re not waiting for anything, let the coffee grow cold between us promise you’ll trace the grooves in my skin with words we never say we speak in harmonies that don’t quite resolve music changes us all » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
if you said “go,” i wouldn’t ask where. wouldn’t stop to pack a bag or lock the door, just run—half-dressed, half-awake, half-holy— breathless and reckless, feet barely touching the ground. it doesn’t matter where we settle down. could be a city that swallows us whole, neon signs glowing like a secret we almost understand. could be a highway with no end, your hand on the wheel, my feet on the das... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
metallic taste in your mouth, burnt sugar sickness pooling in the back of your throat— unlearning practices. like sharp milk teeth and the sickening crack of bones. i am the drug and the diagnosis, the red monster and the waves. never whole » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
jersey sits where i left it. kids outside past dark mouthing off at passing cars. i used to be one of them spitting curses like sunflower seeds. winter used to mean the AC ran hot, air thick and damp like a second skin. breathable, bearable. i used to press my palms to the vents and pretend the warmth was something given, not stolen. honeysuckles still rot sweet on the fences but i remember the w... » Continue Reading
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