It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice
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Kiss (x4)
The kiss on my cheek, I lay quiet, pulling the heavy duvet over my crunched body becoming something more of a bean than a being: and soft and soft and soft and soft all four quickly in succession across the thin, David Bowie shape of my jaw it's impossible to tell which is what or … Continue reading Kiss (x4)
Blossom
via Daily Prompt: Blossom Standing in the locker room waiting for it all to hush fabric rubbing tightly against arms there's no way in hell this shit is a towel Maybe it could pass for a thin, white brillo pad; arms sawdust, chest hurricane, kneecaps slowly turning marble; exhalation; thoughts slow, water falls infinitely, imagining … Continue reading Blossom
What’s Beautiful
It's the comedown of it all. the after splash, falling back, air rushing out of faux down, feeling the thought rush in, remembering that sweat is a response to heat not a cause of it. That natural occurrences are sometimes all that are needed to peel our psyche away from the glass of existence and … Continue reading What’s Beautiful
Collapsed Within Time
Something beautiful and unexpected happens When two souls press together, Some part of time loosens it's grip and, If bouth souls are quick enough, They can press away from the vice of each tick. Pursuing for several undefined units of measurement, something beautiful and lasting. Something soft and unspoken. A cloud, [or what one imagines … Continue reading Collapsed Within Time
The Pearl Against The Gloss
you do your make-up well you know? it’s hard to say exactly how or why I “know” that but there’s something that is artistic in the way that you have your face done up. it makes the flick of your eyes, the way I see them move across someone else’s face, studying endlessly the subtle … Continue reading The Pearl Against The Gloss
I Know Now That I’m Crazy
I know that I'm crazy. I woke up last night three in the morning, green light on the nightstand 3:14 my hand was outstretched toward the ceiling, and I knew I was crazy. I was reaching for a boy in the paint. I knew he was there I could see him not see him not … Continue reading I Know Now That I’m Crazy
Man Of Decisiveness
Used to be the boy who was searching, Searching for the folds inside my soul's fabric; letting myself crease or unwrinkle with steam pressure as it was found necessary. Now, I'm holding a quiet ball of anger close to my throat and feeling the bits of me chip out into quiet. surrounded by silence, He … Continue reading Man Of Decisiveness
Dream: Aged Honesty
In a dream of aged honesty he walked through quiet areas of old and dusty discovery. Her energy, the soft slightly tangy scent that had filled his mind so often, came and went as cliché as a breeze in meadow. The articles written of her in the newspaper of his personal universe scattered and brushed … Continue reading Dream: Aged Honesty
Differently and Better
I want the molecules of my body to fall apart. Slow disruption and destruction of self. Just like when you see large pieces of earth slide off of mountain sides from a distance, that's what I want of my body, to shed itself over and over into a pile of cubic pieces that make me: … Continue reading Differently and Better
