some people are fire consuming, burning hot and needy greedy you may mistake their warmth and glow may get too close they will engulf you scald your flesh until you're a sloughing mess of bone and ragged breath when their desire fades…
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STOP most often sometimes it's PROCEED WITH CAUTION canary yellow skin dimming in an ashen fashion. PUSH. PULL. I know, I'm a handful. but on digital roads full of suitors, I flash a red mouthful of DO NOT ENTER's. DANGER. once, it…
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there's a pink spot by my pinky toe where a blister lived eight months ago and I told myself when that blister heals you'll be gone but it stayed here. it doesn't hurt anymore what I mean is, it's only sore when…
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"Your heart is safe with me." Please. If I believed all your petty sorry pretty words I'd thank you again for the lessons. "I've never had a love like this." What, that first kiss? Cried myself 31 miles home. I should have…
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I thought my stomach was fluttering but it's stuttering, it's uttering groans of indigestion all that clutter to shutter, but it hovers in my throat something is devouring me from the inside they were moths not butterflies
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they were all sand slipping thru my fingers slinking shards of sea glass broken shells common quartz burning my soles stuck on my tongue in grainy clumps sometimes I'd sink into their shallows and think this must be it, then filling my…
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My picket fence is higher now and it's not orange, but two shades of blue. A gentler hue. If you look closely, you'll see I've set yellow yard boundaries differently and my teal front door was open, so wide open. It's closed…
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It's twelve steps to walk away, gods grant me the legs but the room is spinning and your hands are shaking there's a deep creeping feeling clawing up my throat I choke up, you're under my skin, under my nerves crawling through…
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you didn't want to bleed on me so you feed on me instead. I didn't see the red in your teeth, the darkness in your head, three jaws of needle sharp dread. I wonder when you must have broken my skin. I…
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It's all here, the poem I was too scared to write you, writhing like a dying beast between us, gasping for air, I know you're scared, but one shot to the head is best. End it, and at least one of us…
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