Girls rock

Words of wisdom, from my little sister, saved forever in my phone:

Girls rock boy jrowl 

Sacrifice

I desire for there to be a deep-seated deity in the pit of me who is never satiated and whose hunger goes unabated.  Who won't be quenched even after I've sacrificed all pleasure and leisure to her.

She shall demand the impossible and she shall be wholly blind to all half-assed attempts, seeing only victory, never settling.   She will be able to digest only whole bodies, my body, my soul, my bones, again, and again, and again.

I want her to wear my very teeth around her neck. 

Carbon Copy

He was a carbon copy of a human being.

He left residue all over me, and I couldn't clean it off for so long.

And he wasn't even the second sheet.

He was the last one, the one that you have to force the pen against the paper for, in order to hope to imprint.

Only, the words never quite make it through.

You can keep the copies.

I don't want your record.  

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somehow, stepping on glassy slivers

produces not the shivers 

i'd thought it would

i catch my fingers on iron spider webs

and as i walk i am followed

by unbreakable threads

i have often wondered what makes

a man sparkle

i say now that it is the 

jewel of a woman

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the stars on my ceiling sky

don't glow as bright as once before

and notice this did the angel

resting his chin on my wall

the lights in my little world

do not come up as often

i've noticed, ever since

you unclothed me

   i shall say, instead,

   since you uncovered my red

the flowers agree as they

dangle on their vines

they slip loose pink

tile tears that dance 

on my carpet

and i feel like a god

as my kingdom mourns for me

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i have tired

like the words

you say too deep to swim

and sink you quick

   i am sorry for 

my face, that the chasteness

in your eyes says

does not lick, from stretching

on the toes, the twelfth 

layer

where crimson legs cross

and throw jade bracelets

  for an offering

to which you markedly decline

and decide the 

   tear in this lining

   unforgivable to the task

     at hand

   on the pads of your fingertips

and leave quicksand 

   on my pages

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To put it simply

your words float around

like burning butterflies

with each flap of their wings

more ashes settle in my eyes