I can't sleep at night for the vapor hauntings above my head and beneath my eyelids. Stingy eyes and all I wake each day even less grateful for tommorrow. Sullen and reproachful; remind me that this is not how it's supposed to feel. I really can't approve of the misuse of the innate blinding rage. He slapped me with my own ineptitude and then made ( Read more... )

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It's quite a terrible thing the way we cut this
and carve at that.
We pull gently with maternal strength, teeth sink bare flesh.
I don't understand this sound I'm hearing is the breaking
of hearts
It's almost a lullaby this tinkling of the pieces underneath the soles of her feet
her blood streaked throughout your life, didn't it?I hate her for ( Read more... )

I guess this journal is going back to Friends-Only because its the only way I can control who reads what. Ordinarily I really wouldn't give a shit, but it's the creepy, psychotic nutcases I'm trying to steer clear of. I don't know how far down I've got to drop these hints before one hits you in your shitty face and you finally fucking get it. Stay ( Read more... )

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We got lost downtown for a while but before that we had lunch at le cafe, thats what it's called I'm not trying to be euro, and ordered three cakes. Tiramisu, strawberry cheesecake, and chocolate mousse. They weren't so good, but it was probably just the bay air ruining everything. Sometimes we giggle so much it feels ridiculous. But it's so much ( Read more... )

We flopped down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic Sea
move fire, like night sparklers, and
lost our weight in the festival season.
He dreamed, he said, to be a man
designed like a balanced wave...
how someday he would wait, giant
and straight.

Johnny, your dream moves summers inside my mind.

-Anne Sexton