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there are feathers in the endless pit of my stomach; digitigrades digging in the clavicular head of my chest. pigeons crowning, crooning from my gut, travailing from the bottom up; wings slipping from my lips. before it is clawed open by the talons of these hallowed doves. in a bed of ankles k(n)eeling me over; a million sheets of quills scaling my sheath; and religion-weight over preyed game, my frame angles for halos.

your eyes were always soft, even when your voice went hard. for a while, i treated you like a god and i’m not saying that i worshipped you, but i let you hold my hands and i told you all the sins i carried in their grooves. i have since been told that they were never your burden to bear, but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you every time i catch myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss the girl two doors down. it’s been a while since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure i remember how. the thing is, i don’t feel that guilty anymore. the thing is, holding hands is only ten fingers away from letting

"to make a daisy chain, you have to kill the flower," he says absentmindedly, elbows-and-knees deep in the rushing waves of summer field grass.  "no, you don't," I insist. my back is pressed to the bark of the tree behind me and the summer sun is caramel yellow on my skin. I'm thirteen, naive, soft-centered. at this point in my life, I have let no one break my heart or ruin the neat tight zippers of my long skirts. "yes, you do." to prove his point, he wrenches a flower from the soil, taking up a clod of roots with it. teasingly, he shakes it in front of my eyes, dusts me with the dirt--I squeal girlishly and brush myself off. then his

i won't be sad if we die young together; we could burn our image into the night sky because i'm a hopeless romantic who wants to walk among galaxies with your palm clenching my wrist as we fall down, down, down into a zigzag supernova lying beneath our feet (barefoot) where only the stars and my presence can light up eyes ever so phenomenal; for they belong to you, no doubt, as the moon puts itself to shame and the planets bow before you, leaving their satellites to gravitate towards the sun; but even a gargantuan star would blush from your magnificent aura. they'll all revolve around us because stargazers are known for receiving th

1. i fall out of love with you on a tuesday. to be honest, i don’t know it’s happening until it’s happened, until i sit in my bed that night and look at the neat holes you’ve left dotting my life. weeks ago, i gave you back your jacket when the weather turned warm enough that i wasn’t smoking with every breath. the space it took up on my desk chair remains emptied, but i am sure it will be filled again soon, with piles of books i will never lend you and poems you will never hear me speak, that aren’t about you, that use words i’ve never told you, like ‘vitriol’ and ‘bubbly’.

Blood pours from the victims tonight. Not a witness to be seen... A village full of terror! And it looks like, I'm the Queen! Adrenaline is rushing like the rage inside! Didn't keep it in, hell, didn't even try! Don't get caught! Don't be seen! Cover their mouth so they can't scream Slit their throat and blood will flow! Nobody will know! Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore! Let it go! Let it go! Ran away and slam the door! I don't care if they're going to beg! Let the pain rage on! The gore never bothered me anyway It's funny how some people Makes everything seems worse And the fools that once controlled me Can't ge

Your eyes Are so blue. They don't need To be red too.

and now I’m stuck here, pondering, how the walls became a veiny sight- (could the cause be me calling out your name in the middle of the night?) and alone I stand here, wondering, how my feet got nailed upon this floor- (do you hold my ankles like an anchor does the shore?) and I know it’s been thirteen years since you were here at all, according to the hash marks carved upon the wooden wall but I can’t let go of our memories, that haunt me everyday so for now, I’ll let the doc declare: Insanity needs company.