poems

0614 AM. slippery corners. i ate the bread and danced for a bit, not because i was dying, but because i was not hungry anymore. dreamscapes are hereditary. instances of me messing up are killing my mind. i am turbulent and i am a repeater. hunger will circle my mind’s corners with nowhere to hold…

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crash my ache-strewn mind across your velvet face, oh sunny-day-lizard; attempt to bind it in your soul and find the string attached to my spine. let it lead you towards a forest of trees that sprouted the second i was born. i was full once, but my appetite has since left me. clawing through corridors…

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i am misshapeni am sorrow and i am scarcei will kill and heave myself back into placebefore the morrow night;before the ill-shapen dust in the mirrorhollows its face into me once more,before i glance at heaving lungs,before the trance achieves a tongue,before imperceptively, i appearbefore a crowd, and almost sneerat all the heavy facesand the unclear

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