what do you want ( Read more... )

she sits in the backseat contemplating all the ways in which one brickminded girl with cold hands and two nervous ticks ( Read more... )

i can't understand America's mainframe. bellydown, i crawl inside the minds of those who entered that life-altering booth with highhorse republican ideals flooding their senses. i explore, i tear open, i examine with a careful eye,but i still cannot comprehend why you've done this to your own country--your friends- your flesh&blood. I see how ( Read more... )

sometimes my eyes blur when i contemplate the different ways in which i could be warmed, my heart defrosted. no, this isn't the sort of cold you'll see smothering my skin,a whispering blue. you won't see it flowing in the cracks on my lips or stretched across dry patches of raw skin, either. but you'll feel it when you hold my hand, because it is ( Read more... )

if i could, i'd rewind and erase. the footage is too dissappointing to survive. it pleased them, it pained me. smiling idiots sucked into secretly motivated sport. i just transfix my eyes upon his shoulderblades, pressing through cotton--- his back to me. again. and you, what lies beneath you, moving you towards all that you deny? what force cuns ( Read more... )

murderer. she killed the tiny, intangible knot in my heart that made my days softer. why did she take it? is it because of the ashblack of her soul? was her intention benign gone cancerous? i'd tear out my brain to know. yes, secretly, burried, was the will for him to be in harmony with me. but i am realistic enough to keep it that inside, webbed ( Read more... )

even the dusted black of his eyelashes compels me run my hands through him

and even the way his teeth flash when he talks about the sun

Anytime I need to see your face ( Read more... )

it was a blushing sun stage ( Read more... )

hurt. the kind of hurt with well-sanded edges. the genre of pain that encompases anonymity. the tragically secret ache ( Read more... )