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T'would be a lie, I must admit
to say that I don't thirst for it.
the flooded inbox, the recognition,
the longing for whatever I give them.
that they might cling to every word,
that they might feel a lover's curse!
Yet, no.
Like Aragorn's ring, it would darken me.
And though sometimes I disbelieve,
I am better off with my faithful 3.
to say that I don't thirst for it.
the flooded inbox, the recognition,
the longing for whatever I give them.
that they might cling to every word,
that they might feel a lover's curse!
Yet, no.
Like Aragorn's ring, it would darken me.
And though sometimes I disbelieve,
I am better off with my faithful 3.
Literature
Sundiver
i.
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
ii.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
iii.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had
Literature
Latreuophobia
I wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Literature
how to become a writer
have parents that separate
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
like dirt;
after all,
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
because you’re
just. not. good.
enough.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop runni
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*sigh* sometimes i are envious.
I hope you liked my LOTR reference. hehe.
I hope you liked my LOTR reference. hehe.
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oh the feels 