( Dirty dishes, full laundry baskets, and oodles and noodles; That's what single-parent households are made of. )

The only thing was, he couldn't stop thinking, of the way my rotting body, would soon start to stinking. And where would he bury it, and what would he do? And it's a good thing he'd changed his mind, and hadn't killed two. If you keep up that gaping, he might plan anew. If you keep up that staring, he'll end up with three, because one would be ( Read more... )

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Crush lips; go!Fingers touch; slow.
Eyes meet, hearts greet
Feel it like a--

Flow.

Smiles; cracking stone
Laughter, touch, and moan
With you, if there's no smile
Here, I'll lend you my--

Own.

Three words; know!
Fingers touch; slow.
Eyes meet, hearts greet
See you and I--

Know.

Gurgle, gurgle
Spit blood,
curdle

retract your limbs
inside yourself
jump and hit
the hurdle

Turtle, turtle
spit slick
fertile

Take two thoughts
Before I speak
and still, my throat just
Gurgles.

Let me know when you're done.
Playing: games, hearts, me.

Let me know when it's over.
I don't know when it'll be over.
I've already lost my Queen?
What more are you looking for?

Condolence?
Comfort?
Counsel?

Checkmate?

I've given them all.
I'll keep giving them all,
From the sidelines.

Cheering and crying
Living and dying

Hoping you win
Even though it means ( Read more... )

Tiny, trembling hands
Sweaty knuckles
and lost promises

Misunderstandings and confusion,
Fireflies in the knight.
The night-lights of the world,
At my fingertips

Trying anything to please
Appease, and stop this
Verbal crucification

Words that slide into my ears
And lay eggs next to my nerve-endings
and emotional sensory systems

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