the shore is brushed with memories ( Read more... )

maybe
just maybe

looking in the mirror
for hours
undefined by the ticking of a clock
the power's out
been out for days
and the only lines visible
creep and crawl out of the shadows
when pupils contract and bend

behind it all
where sketches meet
folding into the night
there might be
(just maybe)
there is
something to hold on to

the sun's light paints my face ( Read more... )

faces pressed up
against the glass
breathing kiss-shaped silhouettes
hands fanned out
into fives
voices waves for riding
and craving
more than this life
could ever give

hush now
loveless sleep
a nascent reflection
of fragility

flight is all my mind can wrap itself around.

the world whirls, compounds, contracts, and i am breathing in the air through a cage of aluminum mesh. it is pressed so tightly against my lips that if i live to strip myself of its existence i know there will be scars left in the fissures, in the miniature cracks beneath the surface-level pores, even ( Read more... )

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in the middle of my brain
there sits a worm
spinning,
spinning

not silk, nor button-thread
but idly burrowing into my thoughts
breaking into two
i miss who i became
i miss your fingertips
on my forehead

space creature to alien
'float elsewhere'
chase the intruder away

come back again
and again