Scalloped images in monotones Sunk to the bottom of thread boxes

Do you know the fabric that they use on building sites?

Mid‑breath. Mid-quake. Tears rise unbidden, defiant. The body unravels by its own decree.

Slack bodied, we saunter doughy streets prop us up hungover guiris summer is the air: thick like slicing through tortilla.

If family is chosen I know you won’t choose me.

Under curated light, each piece aligned, each flaw made right.

Girl with a void Nothing to gain, all to lose

I seek silence, the stillness of water, objects in rows and the day I’m caught up.

My heart is dwelling between the fullness of my hips.

Pain arrived, urgent, deep in bone.

Strident is my soul Siamese twin of tamed curls

The hardest thing I’ve had to do is consider abandoning you.

Someday, I wish to tell you about my days and my dreams. Of my nights and my nightmares.

I am wanton pain

You who walk beneath Father Sun on a cloudless day,

Seven shades of blue reflect the pale white moon.

I can’t hold the weight of the screeching cryptic shadows in my deflated amygdala anymore.

Tracy’s basement & want of sex

when I smell cigarettes I see her

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