On the table between
us:

jam, milk, margarine
a vase with fresh
violets

coffee cups
newspaper hands

Kara/
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i used to love
a boy whose name
was an anagram
of lie

*

2.2 million
people die annually
from indoor air
pollution

*

she smelt
of anaїs anaїs
and the ocean

Lena ; aureole_ocean

I imagine my heart like the centre of a mango a week too ripe. Sinking my teeth into the flesh, I taste the rot, sourness. Holding it, giving way underneath my fingertips, strings of pulp get stuck between the teeth. Juice dries on my hands.

I clean up with running water.

Lena [aureole_ocean]

Need a little sun to get my cool ( Read more... )

like taste in glass
cut your tongue
bleed in toenails curling
your arched back
trembling

i forfeit the areas
clean-lined
smooth crisp edges
stained cloud
whatever bring you crystalline
hues smudged on your palms

glass on wood
tears, vein systems
rivers at rush run end
  .
my unmended sutures
my disconnected phone

lena ; aureole_ocean

I loved you once ( Read more... )

"Princess", and we speak in rythm ( Read more... )

I like being violated.
&the sun sinking on the horizon as a burnt out orange sphere, stinging my eyes.

(splintered fragments connected, making sense of the blue-grey areas lock in lock out my heart a hole that mirrors into the broken lines of your palms)

lena ; aureole_ocean

she's still alive ( Read more... )

just you and i ( Read more... )