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i. there are swallows gathered in your
chest, tense and cramped amongst your
heart and your deep lungs.
they are safe, but they are unhappy.
they long to break free.
ii. your ribs are each
carefully strung together with
tattered, bloody ribbons.
you want to keep the swallows in.
iii. they are your only comfort, the
only fragment of normality
you continue struggling to
hold on to.
letting them go means
letting go of everything you know,
and everything you have ever been.
iv. the swallows cannot sleep;
your frantic heart echoes far too
loudly within the caverns they nest in.
they are exhausted, but they find it quite
difficult to be irritable;
every lurch your heart makes
in the right direction births new
hope within them.
v. and when you hesitate
for the sake of preserving
your fragile psyche,
the swallows cry.
they cry and cry and wash away
the universe burning in your eyes
until it is a blank expanse of
nothing.
chest, tense and cramped amongst your
heart and your deep lungs.
they are safe, but they are unhappy.
they long to break free.
ii. your ribs are each
carefully strung together with
tattered, bloody ribbons.
you want to keep the swallows in.
iii. they are your only comfort, the
only fragment of normality
you continue struggling to
hold on to.
letting them go means
letting go of everything you know,
and everything you have ever been.
iv. the swallows cannot sleep;
your frantic heart echoes far too
loudly within the caverns they nest in.
they are exhausted, but they find it quite
difficult to be irritable;
every lurch your heart makes
in the right direction births new
hope within them.
v. and when you hesitate
for the sake of preserving
your fragile psyche,
the swallows cry.
they cry and cry and wash away
the universe burning in your eyes
until it is a blank expanse of
nothing.
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tetnis
her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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heaven.
I wanted to learn how to hate you
especially in the moments
you blaze through me so ferociously
I'm all spent before my lungs can remember
how to e x p a n d .
But maybe I was too busy wondering
if you hated me
every single time
you turned an aloof cicada-sung gaze
on my lone whimsies.
I never meant to fall in love with you
because I thought
the intoxicating intensity of your caresses
was l i g h t y e a r s a w a y
from anything my r/u/n/a/w/a/y soul deserved.
But I'm only human, and
defying gravity was never my strong point-
so I let my inhibitions guide me
d
o
w
n
the road unpa
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Synesthesia
Three thousand years
away
the star howls with light
gone supernova,
stelliform cheeks, blush-bursting
from the touch of song.
Lungs swallow the fire-shares,
the ones we took
when the universe was born. Burning
like saffron clones
to dust
so their aroma might carry
through lenses, where we are
audible.
And our lips transcend the distance,
colliding two worlds into one,
each lost in the other.
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wrote this basically a year ago. uhhh. I'm not sure I like it anymore, but it won an honorable mention in a statewide poetry contest. haha. make of it what you will.
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So hollow; by which I mean, it captures hollowness excellently.