don't fit under beds
stained-heart loveryou have pressedstained-heart lover by trembling-knees
your hands across
the walls of my heart,
sees inside of me
falls in love
with the light left
behind by your
sucker punch lovershe wassucker punch lover by trembling-knees
taught to speak
in blood and
a fist where
her mouth should
be and baby,
she loves to
make you bleed.
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the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,You Were Not An Aquarium Boy by IrrevocableFate
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
One-and-twenty years old, I am a lot of things but mostly I am hopelessly at odds and ends with myself.|
I am full of diseases you can't see and words I can't write but I'll never stop trying. My heart beats with a stop stop start and I wonder if that will ever matter to you.
This is the way my world ends.