before hands kept pushing me down, shoving me down. i called them clammy hands, moist and disgusting. now they appear soft, smooth, so i reached out for them. as i reached i mouthed words, take me, please. i woke up in the backseat of a car, it smelled of old clothes and photographs were sprawled all over the ground. photographs of your girlfriend ( Read more... )

i am no longer a person. true, i walk, i talk, but the only times i walk is early in the morning and when i speak it sounds like the wind howling through the air. my hands that were once so pale, so young, so smooth are now brown and hard, chipping away. people carve their initials into me, and i cry out sticky substance. couples reside under me ( Read more... )

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he came to me as a seed in my mouth, i spit him out immediately but he flew right back in. a pattern emerged, he'd fly in, i'd spit him right back out again. i started getting used to the taste, the texture, the feeling. so i allowed him to stay a while, a while turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. little did i know ( Read more... )

sometimes when it's cold out, i mean like when your hands feel numb and you can see your breath kind of cold, i sit on my balcony, no sweater, no shoes. the boy who lives next door sometimes sits on his balcony too, slippers on, a warm sweater. when we were younger we would throw a soccer ball from balcony to balcony until i accidentally broke his ( Read more... )

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the balloons in my stomach are slowly rising day by day and everytime i cough i'm afraid i will cough them out onto everybody.

when i get nervous, i talk, it's like a waterfall spilling out of my mouth. i say things that i don't even mean or agree with, and in my head i think, i don't even think that's true. that's only sometimes, only sometimes i do that. i like black sheets, in your black sheets i got lost and fell asleep for what seemed like months, but when i woke up ( Read more... )