hunger's some old-school joke we were telling , it used to sound great but the punchline's gone stale , and if you listen closely - it's not laughter you'll hear ( Read more... )

just the memory makes you breathe a little deeper , the gap a little wider , nothingpattern scribbled unending - star-shards shot blurry through the sky , little speckles dance just beyond the rim. when everything lets go of you , the earth loosens its grip and you taste death in your throat , what it feels like to float on nothing ; blackness ( Read more... )

everything gives a little beneath the weight at your throat , a crumbling spiderweb of cracks laced through the lucidity of sight ; the blur , the shift , panic in plastic-crinkled nocontrol. everything still sounds so far away , once it lifts there's only silent stars and the quiet rush of blood within you ( Read more... )

decay sneaks into my bones like a thief , back halfturned, the burglar thats stealing my solidity, sanity; crumblingboned, dissolving into bonepuzzle, can you glue her back together? clean morning light, spirals & swirls, spills over my skin like cold milk, betrays my bones - to dust. nights spent sleepless, aching for just a word - a touch - the ( Read more... )

back again, it seems;
just as likely to disappear again

i would like to live on a mountain. i would like to go somewhere far away.

We have been getting so much snow here; it is hard to open the door; the dog labors heavily down the stairs, which are nothing more than a slope of snow at this point ( Read more... )

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I feel overwhelmed; frail ( Read more... )

the phone rings; he can't slide his hands down your throat from here. he is broken, old, the smoky gravel of his voice rumbling under the wheels of his words. he is such an old man now. you feel sad for him -- the way you ache for strangers eating alone in a restaurant ( Read more... )