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The nettles have retracted from the wood
Silver limbs are mirroring frosted breath
Kicking skeletal leaves is not so good
as bright white swelling on my sunlit flesh.
A grey deer flickers through sleeping trees
Black and white film in a gentler age
But I would sooner be up to my knees
in whirring grass, on a fiery stage.
I miss my lover; the fleeting Summer.
Silver limbs are mirroring frosted breath
Kicking skeletal leaves is not so good
as bright white swelling on my sunlit flesh.
A grey deer flickers through sleeping trees
Black and white film in a gentler age
But I would sooner be up to my knees
in whirring grass, on a fiery stage.
I miss my lover; the fleeting Summer.
Literature
shimmer from afar
i think what you were really in love with was the idea of me.
but that's okay. i was never much more than a scattered mess of ideas anyway.
people wonder how it is that i can turn pain into such wonderful things (words; jokes; smiles; love). the answer is there was a time when i didn't have all that many options. it was pain or death, and either way it had to be as good as i could make it.
death didn't work because the balcony fence was too high. or because i was too short. probably because i was too short. it must have been my fault.
so i had to go for pain, and i had to learn to make it beautiful.
i always wanted to escape.
that's wh
Literature
If you're not there
If my hands are cold,
It's because I need yours to hold them tight.
If my stomach gurgles,
It's because I need your arms around me to keep it down.
If my lips are dry,
It's because I need yours on mine to keep them well.
If I can't sleep,
It's because I need you to sing me a lullaby.
If I can't breath,
It's because you're not there.
Literature
deciduous
VI.
Disorder; I don't believe in the word.
They run statistics and codes to bury,
to differentiatebetween the symptoms of medical conundrums
and psychological sobriety let undone,
sleeping on telephone-voice words
practiced to unwavering,distilled absolution –What I see's got nothing to do,nothing to do with any of you.I scavenged the ribs lining my body,
faltering under the weight of the discord
I engaged, and wondered if it was so terrible to stop.
Mother served me a meal to eat,
to devour, and I chose not to.I recall; it was 2004.V.
I possessed little to be proud of, nothing to be proud for
as I gave into the idea that the
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that was amazing!