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Dearheart,
why are you alone in the bathroom stall
without your quinidine?
there's no one here but
the love poems you
trace
on the concrete walls
and molded sinks.
are you feeling me
in those secret selfish worlds
beneath your fingernails?
without anyone to say:
you're beautiful
i love you
and the procainamide is on the top shelf.
--
I have come to the conlusion I am an anxious little girl. My head is swelling into my fingertips.
Hyperventilating really works miracles to make your lips numb.
I think tomorrow I will not walk into the closet and see him and be too scared to scream.
why are you alone in the bathroom stall
without your quinidine?
there's no one here but
the love poems you
trace
on the concrete walls
and molded sinks.
are you feeling me
in those secret selfish worlds
beneath your fingernails?
without anyone to say:
you're beautiful
i love you
and the procainamide is on the top shelf.
--
I have come to the conlusion I am an anxious little girl. My head is swelling into my fingertips.
Hyperventilating really works miracles to make your lips numb.
I think tomorrow I will not walk into the closet and see him and be too scared to scream.
I'm not going to be on here anymore.
I'm going on a permanent hiatus. Just thought I'd let anyone who cares know (if you already haven't detected that.)
I'll probably make a writing tumblr or something. I'll update if I ever move my poetry back to the internet. :p
The 'all your lives have been addicts' cat died...
Yes, I actually wrote that poem for a literal cat. My old cat--she was nearly 18. It's an odd sense of mortality, actually. We're almost the same age. The passage of time is different for us, but it sure makes it feel evident.
We buried her beneath a tree with a patch of pumpkins that popped up from one we smashed last October. Her name was Pumpkin, so it's appropriate.
It was not exactly what I expected coming home for the SAT today. :/
Oh, Sweet Anon...
Thank you for the kind gift, m'friend. :heart: It was a great surprise! I hope happiness to ya.
--
Oh dear, I haven't posted in a while. Shit, I'll catch up with you. I'm not that evil--I promise. I just got back from the beach too, so during summer break I'll have plenty of time for all of you here.
--
'on being definite' [spoken word]
a gas station is no place for an epiphone:
hands grazing over 230 calories a serving
& late-night purges
while something in me sprang like orgasm
from my head to my hands
"dear,
you have never finished anything in your life"
I felt vulgar for a minute
(a priest buying 50 cent condoms,
a
Contest Results!
Contest results!
As always, I want to thank everyone for their amazing entries! :) I really appreciate all of your effort, and I'm honored to see that my prompts have inspired some amazing art! Let's get to it...
:bulletblue: First place: 50 points, 1 llama badge, 10 favs from me, 2 well-thought-out comments
:bulletred: Second place: 30 points, 1 llama badge, 10 favs from me, 1 well-thought-out comment
:bulletyellow: Third place: 20 points, 1 llama badge, 10 favs from me
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I love this! Sorry if you really feel like that, though. I do sometimes, as well.