busted.

the soft machine.
fixed,
as if to say, "touch me
while i work myself to you.
turn with me
while i safely expose my rosed exterior..."
the fleshy exoskeleton,
fierce and primal
like the fire in your smiles,
that departs in flight
as you say, in this absence,
"I will bear new wings."

i feel as though i am the jealous child who has lost her mother to a man with a love that she cannot duplicate, to a place where she is not welcome. I am surrounded. trapped. looking at the rising city stuck in shambles at the feet of prosperity as the buildings grow while the pretty girls stand on the rooftops soaking up all the sun until my ( Read more... )

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i accept. i don't give up. i accept.

perfect identity
                                                     is
the color of divinity

wild,

like dripping glass in sunwhite heat,

cigarettes lit like christmas trees,

letting the promise of intimacy

dissipate into a room

camera propped

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peacetime is over. survival. self preservation. war. rome has been sacked. the city is aflame.

appendages lock,
in place of stronger
will.                                        violence
must lead
me 
                                     away
from
such embrace.