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she saidshe said i think i'll take six sleeping pillsshe said
just to see what my pupils do
she laughed, she was joking
(of course)
she said don't you ever wonder what insanity &nbs
by ~sleeplessjewel
9 April - PenelopeNever one to sacrifice her freedom, the lady of the lipsticks valued petrol above wine. Some people thought she was joking when she, sipping from a dusty bottle of red, declared she’d rather live teetotal than rely on the metro. But you haven’t seen the way she caresses the steering wheel, the tenderness with which she measures the engine’s revs, calculating the optimum volume and momentum to change, with the muscular fluidity of a snake, from fourth gear to fifth.9 April - Penelope
by ~ellierany
JumpI could jump— no, not to die— just to feel the freedom of falling, of my body kissing the pavement; just to let my last breath slip away in laughter. I could totter to the edge, all haughty, and tell myself I could fly only for gravity to remind me I’m average— to feel the universaJump
by *chugglepuff
Breakup speechWe've been together too long, our talk gone woollenBreakup speech
as that of sweaters in closet for the summer. Our dust has exchanged bodies; our smell uniform, and so moth-like, it attempts congruency with wood.
Yesterday I found money on the kitchen table, just some loose change with worn-out faces as if to suggest the end of distinct lines, things you can touch and recognise.
I suppose you're right about the glasses. I'll see the optometrist tomorrow. Meanwhile, here's a bag with your things. Come
for the rest
by `lovetodeviate
With Your Permissionthank you for letting me put my hands on your bodyWith Your Permission
my grip still fits your thigh i have kept the pressure specific to you
(this came naturally)
on your body again I found the places I was forced to give up
some of them laid in wait for me but most had moved on in order to survive
&nb
by ~nonamepsalmist
Rubaiyat: PersephonePersephoneRubaiyat: Persephone
Life springs from her flowering feet like a pup that suckles its mother’s teat while her hair flows with the Phlegethon’s fire and curls into a shade of summer heat.
Her voice is far sweeter than the lyre’s like the innocent touch of two sapphires, and her skin is a virgin alabaster protected only by floral attire.
by ~saiyanprincesscat
Second-hand SmokeThen they'd haul the cage back in, with its catch of miners dredged from the mountain's cavity. Even their eyeballs were black, see - they'd look like buried men dug back from coal hells to return in silence to villages of wives and children.Second-hand Smoke
Smoking kills say the scattered packets of Lambert. But, we live squeezed between hollowed monoliths, lurking along roads clogged by town after town. If this air that tastes of roof tiles doesn't kill us; if this damp, that keeps us damp until the rain returns, doesn't kill us; if the pressure of each person's personal slag heap wei
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
under your skinunder your skin
a. there are sixteen holes in your bulletproof heart,
but your pulmonary veins stretch like rubber bands
across your ivory keyboard of ribs & play
infinite melodies with the semilunar valves.
b. your lungs struggle to keep you alive, & gauges your existence in the tides of oxygen beneath the milky way stretch of galaxy-scattered freckles where
your bronchioles drown in cigarette smoke.
c. your digestive tract has slowly unraveled, & circled twice around the delicate glass bones of your trachea so that they leave blue marks when
you tr
by ~teenyxtinyxtina
grappling with silencethe first nights being home aregrappling with silence
indescribable. they are breathing a strange air that has already composed your lungs, shuffing your feet through grass that holds the same
quick softness you have always known in darkness.
they are absorbing voices you almost forgot, petting the love that is your cat's back, falling into bed far too late at night and thinking of someone you swore you'd forgotten, had left behind, and instead use as a measure for everything present.
(you are ever the wall against which I fall.
in the morning I get up, paint your skin w
by ~mySeity
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