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“…and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.”
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My body is the fractured remains of a city ( Read more... ) -
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I sought solace in hands but when anyone tries to cup water, carrying their hands to their mouth, water always seeps through fingers. There is never enough to quench. Eventually we stop trying. I am the woman dying of dehydration who lies down in the rain, too exhausted to bring a glass to her lips ( Read more... ) -
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He said to cherish my youth. Blink one day and its gone. -
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Find me now. Before someone else does.
~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 -
night vision // lucille clifton
the girl fits her body in
to the space between the bed
and the wall. she is a stalk,
exhausted. she will do some
thing with this. she will
surround these bones with flesh,
she will cultivate night vision.
she will train her tongue
to lie still in her mouth and listen.
the girl slips into sleep.
her dream is red and raging.
she will remember
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(I have to start expressing myself more and more and more. Otherwise I'm going to go mad, or kill myself on purpose or accidentally. Not being suicidal doesn't mean a damn thing when you're acting out in ways that can get you killed instead.)
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Send a distress signal to the universe:
Your reflections are fucking me up.
Sever me from the autumn leaves,
there is no comfort in a warm day,
a walk, the wind.
It's all a giant trip wire,
one trigger will blow this place apart.
