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An Untitled Equinoxthe wind serves no purpose anymore but to carry the scent of your hair and the smells of a thousand strands before you that graced my nails and my nose and my teeth and swelled throughout my lungs in an eternal splendor;An Untitled Equinox
when nothing lit the blue floral couch except for yellows and smiles, and the Halloween orange-and-darkness could not tell it anything other than to harness and hold and cherish each little swipe and claw. i sit across the room in solitary confinement, with only one lamp on: the only one that ever was, that sparked and blew and died through the years to this d
by ~Illia-Sunspark
IncarcerationThe sky drives nowhere but to incarcerate me as I stand atop this abysmal cliff, my body silhouetted by the moon -- a gust of wind whips itself into my back and sparks explode outwards over the ocean.Incarceration
by ~Illia-Sunspark
TwoIt has been two days now, and already your frigid countenance cannot be scolded. My eyes have never died, but faded into their worlds of gray, where trains march 'round on silent tracks and soot and ash vomit up my mouth.Two
by ~Illia-Sunspark
The 5-325 PromiseIncarceration. Fingers shaking and pining as two packs of 16-Count Double-A Batteries priced $8.99 drone onto the shelf. Throwing up again. Colors twine together, and now I can't tell if they are Duracell or Energizer or some other brand that no one will buy. Capsules, cylinders. They all blend together in their endowing power to our maniacal deeds and destructions and the things we give to children so we can yell at them to turn them off.The 5-325 Promise
by ~Illia-Sunspark
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Call it, heads or tails.Our family has pieces missing. Things like scrubbing brushes and mirrors above sinks. The fear of the ants in the sugar.Call it, heads or tails.
There are mud racetracks across the lawn. Tracing like arteries from the grass to the hooded floorboards. We scour the carpet with our bare palms and tap water, keeping pride in the last laundered surface left. We call it clean.
I sit and breathe in the mould behind the bookcases and clothing on the floor. The deep green settles in my stomach and I am quiet. My breath held, matching strides with the surrounding remains of a house long since died. &nbs
by ~Wishaway
Dear Someonedear someone, i know you probably don't care. i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life. maybe you don't have time to worry about me. but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly. i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen. i'm just hoping that you will.Dear Someone
dear someone, i guess i should tell you that i'm sorry about this, but the problem is i'm not. there's a constant throbbing beh
by ~idreaminglasscolor
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