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I hold against the sunlight
a glass of dark wine,
it's blood and supernovas -
the heart you called your galaxy
now full of dying stars
a glass of dark wine,
it's blood and supernovas -
the heart you called your galaxy
now full of dying stars
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leftovers
the worst is
when you're broken
and your body just keeps
trying to put you back
together again
and there are shards
of your heart
where your tongue should be
they catch at your cheeks
and leave your chest hollow
but somehow still manage to bleed
and there's soul
dripping from your fingertips
like an IV
feeding the empty veins of all that you touch
until you've withered into
nothing but paper skin and splintery bones
the worst is when
your mind already knows
you're defected
but the rest of you
can't seem to catch up.
Literature
Despotism
Despotism
she is a bird sitting, teetering on
a power line because
one way or another, she figures
the best way to end
a story
is a big bang.
He is a fish swimming, traversing along,
Against the crashing tide because
He figures he can defy the law one or way or another,
And the best way to begin
Is to finish the end
Before he's stuck in her talons.
though she is made of feathers
and bones and she is still weightless enough
to take to the currents of air,
she is powerless
against the waves his actions
make, and she is so easily swept away that
she thinks her body might as well
be made of stones.
He could tell she was astounded by his ocean,
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Literature
synecdoche
my mother's gotten fat off of my promises,
empty calories that just go straight to her
hips.
i made a meal out of truth once, set it down
for both of us to eat. she cleaned
her plate, asked for dessert-
threw it up later that night, said she forgot
how thin these walls are,
took the liberty of damning me to hell before
slamming the door.
god says to stop feeding her bullshit
from a silver spoon, tells me
you're so full of shit, your eyes are brown
every time i try to explain.
he tells me to leave so i go home
and pick my prayers from the pile under
the shredder-
get some elmer's clue and hope to hell
it works.
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Pristine.
