dirtylike the dirt she's been swallowing for so long
is finally turning to mud, heavy,
pinning her to the floor
she turns her head and the words bubble and spill
down the corner of her lips, brown clumps,
sputtering, staining
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ID 08by ~awwhoneybear
we speak in so many generalswe send our boulders tumbling full, important, dull until they knock sharply – who knew? –we speak in so many generals
with a heart-heavying crack and we, apologetic, drop to our knees, panning through your blood, or mine? which one this time?
we can watch these words roll between us but my vulture-beak is getting infected,
i’m getting sick. i shut up.
by ~awwhoneybear
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I heard you were a roseI heard you were a conductor. You stood in front of a hundred and two musicians with your baton in the air and your head held high. The music notes would fly into people’s ears, wafting away the concussive serenade on the radio. At the pivotal moment when the audience wondered if harmony could be sound, your arm would dance and the music would swell into an ocean wave. It might seem overbearing, but a moment before their ears were assaulted, the sweet cadence of woodwind fell down as snow. You’d bow with all the grace of a ballerina in combat boots, but smile enough to assure the croI heard you were a rose
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TriskaidekaphobiaI. fishbones glitter when placed in the sun I've been wondering why they don't just trace a line that says (cut) hereTriskaidekaphobia
II. this morning, I woke up (yet I thought I was dead) and found dreamsandbloodandbrains compressed into the bedsheets my first time dealing with magic
III. you remind me of myself when I was nineteen and a wallflower twisted right off of the paper paper thin is a metaphor for
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By the way, you look great in your ID
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche!"
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
when it recieved a DD. Sorry it has taken so long to send the thanks - their were many favorites.
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche!"
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