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  • Haunted

    Her words haunt me in the same way that Holocaust stories do.   She said No I don’t want to open my eyes it splatters everywhere death death death.   Her words remind me one doesn’t have to see the smoke to smell the ashes.

  • Shallow Skin

    It doesn’t have to hurt for me to like the feel of shallow skin torn from deeper depths.   Not all cuticles run so deep but removal makes the edges of my being warm.   I might go to professionals who tinker and snip but I don’t wish for nails that are better kept.  …

  • Strict Preferences

    if we’re talking strictly preferences at the moment I think I’d like someone who I was only marginally into to someone who I was all-consumingly into oranges to apples discontent to happiness nothing to something as something is exhausting odds to evens right to wrong left to right sleep to consciousness flip-flops to school marm…

  • How to Get What You Want: In Memory

    She told the nurse, Leave me alone I’m trying to die here. 97 and a tiny little thing 97 and feisty as hell 97 and gone on to wherever it is she wanted to go.

  • Flutter

    …and really it’s about wanting to know what I can’t even still do you remember has replaced why at least sometimes you won’t know the significance of this day you never knew the significance of me but I hope you reflect for a brief moment on the last year of your life think of me…

  • No Punctuation for Good Measure

    this is not a poem exactly just thoughts broken by lines and no punctuation for good measure   this is not a coherent whole poem and prose welded and molded fused together in harmony   ………   Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was…

  • Answer

    For her to feel our family are vandals carving indifference into her heart Not here   She doesn’t use these exact words Where are they? The answer is exacting hissing in the air around and between us burning into the walls and branding our skin every inch words smoking notherenotherenotherenotherenotherenotherenothere

  • To My Dearest, Part 4

    It’s been almost a year since you entered my life causing chaos and laughter and destruction Today I realized you are a relief in a way inexplicable My heart has eased its aching enough to be to be confused by easy emotions and images of closure enough to be glad that anger is not the…

  • Inaudible, I Know

    Inaudible I know In their voices I know A sad, fierce look in their eyes I know   The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when…

  • Too Many Posts on One Day, but Life Continues to Happen

    I was called mother today and it felt right not like the stick in my arm it was made to sting, to ache, to burn, to bruise, to bubble, to burst