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There is certainty
In this madness.
I'll delve into your world
Of tangled heartstrings
And swollen smiles.
I'll close my eyes,
Clasp my palms,
And dive.
I swear to you
I won't look back.
Lead me into
Spray-painted paradise:
Crumbling rooms
With hooded figures
Lurking along the wall.
Everywhere is home
With you.
Smother me
In the taste of your lips,
The caress of calloused palms.
Let me drown
In your fairy dust.
There is certainty
In this madness.
In this madness.
I'll delve into your world
Of tangled heartstrings
And swollen smiles.
I'll close my eyes,
Clasp my palms,
And dive.
I swear to you
I won't look back.
Lead me into
Spray-painted paradise:
Crumbling rooms
With hooded figures
Lurking along the wall.
Everywhere is home
With you.
Smother me
In the taste of your lips,
The caress of calloused palms.
Let me drown
In your fairy dust.
There is certainty
In this madness.
Literature
tree
It is okay to be getting your hair trimmed for the first time in eighteen months.
It is fine to let yourself inflate a sad story and then another,
like pink gum bubbles
In the direction of anyone who will listen.
You can now chew over the last year and a half of your life
from a distance, when you’re at the hairdressers,
after she notices the short patches by your sideburns with an inquisitive look.
You can hold back the tears with relative ease,
as if telling of someone else’s illness,
rolling the grief around in your mouth like a gobstopper
whist her acrylic nails gently graze the backs of your ears.
You can use an entire palm
Literature
Muse
i yell at the clouds between sunrise dreams
their whispy constellations forming unresolved patterns
that hide and wink with conspiracy
"the devil is in the details"
she said,
but her voice is more whisper than sound
and I wonder if she was ever really here
i climb into bed and close the sheets behind me
to lock away the day
hiding my fears behind the substance of sleep and repetition
"identity is not who you are"
she said,
"but what you do"
and her voice is more thought than whisper
and I wonder if she was ever more than me
Literature
a retraction of august's horoscope
“aquarius, you have fallen in love with the storm again,”
the august horoscope reads.
it is almost—but not quite—correct.
for the sake of astrological accuracy
it might be revised to read,
“aquarius, you have fallen
in love—” (this part
may remain)
“—aquarius, you have fallen in love
in the sticky heat of summer,
the air as damp as your skin,
heat rising from the tarmac
of this flat swamp town.”
or perhaps, “aquarius,
it will not feel like a storm.
there will be no lightning bolts,
no thunder. there will be no fire
under your skin.”
“aquarius, your love will be
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Trust isn't far
From here.
Trust isn't far
From here.
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This is fantastic...the imagery is breathtaking and even gave me chills. My heart even pounded as I listened to this narrator.