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since what went by was a lonely thing
and it never occurred to anybody
of what it could be and how it would leap
over there. over your head and into nothing
the abyss? is that nothing?
the cliffs? the subtle seas,
the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier
and it comes down to crush the rocks
the mountains too
I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else
-s's.
Now you’re fast asleep Now you’ve found some relief Listen more Now you’ve forgotten more than how much you knew You’re gone
you,
you’ve gone up
-s’s.
Mouth-Shut
She wouldn’t mind if you didn't keep your
mouth shut
Poppies of your dreams start to sprout, marveling
She won’t even care
If you’ve nothing to spare
Don't be afraid.
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
before your afterlife you choose to be your own type of fire that could both keep you warm and torture you tonight
what’s meant for me will come out of you
what’s been ignored is the bitter truth
what’s the deal with my indifference?
I should decorate this innocence
with roses
-s’s.
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
Wasn't meant to be your black night
I’d be the only day you live to see
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.
look, there you are,
already in my eyes
you can't seem to leave.
-s's.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-s's.
