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in the blink of an eye

she was born on a day when tectonic plates were crashing against each other and i think that’s a good metaphor for her: she was always the kind of person who fought battles, even ones she couldn’t win. she was a mess of moments she should have taken seriously and too many times she tried to laugh off the pain. i learned how to care about other people too much by watching her. diagnosed as a grenade, she told me one day, sure to blow up in someone’s face. you’re going to be fine, i told her. just let me leave, she said and i couldn’t. i wish i had, but i couldn’t, not until she kicked and screamed her

Read out pieces

2 deviations
Literature

laundry lines

I. when the boy drawn to priesthood kissed me, his mouth burned. with triple-layer onion skin and a crucifix tongue, he tumbled down from a cloud at 9 and snapped his legs in half. for six nights, the siren sounds bled into mourning. II. all great men are bound to fracture. when a bone twists into fury, breathe sharply through your nose – three times like siren song – and recall the scent of your mother’s perfume. III. we hang wet clothes in the closet in the habit of mistaking good men for heroes. for so long, i have not had a hero. my father stomachs the blow of scarred mouths and ambulance bells. the boy cloake

important

53 deviations
Literature

succinct

there will be time enough in other days to surface but in this moment let my lungs, dire for your grace, drink. starling, beat your wings till the firing pin glitches and affords you on-high views of your spiraling riches. take note of your form in clever pen and phrase distant and fall in love with your chirality like I did. there will be times that look like charred bark and feel like your name as he spat it, but heartstar don't suffer the addicts. shutter the attics that risk us, the tragic and viscous, all manic dimensions let quiet. sit warm and still in my chest, and I'll happily sink.

home

25 deviations
Literature

eviction

god shut the door shut the door shut it before it all comes streaming back in like it belongs like you belong here in this room this ours yours mine once upon a time but it smells of you and every item remembers you and talks to me: "hey remember when you lied to her about where you were so you could stop by her favorite junk store and buy her me? Remember how she picked me up in the aisle and turned me in her hands like she already owned me and had memories attached to me and you knew right then and there you had to get me back to her. you have to laugh at the irony." goddamn it-- shut up. shut it all up in boxes because christmas

Joel

58 deviations
Literature

fragments xiii.

and you’re sitting at the kitchen table when it hits you: clouds are shitty metaphors, and the nights spent arguing over the best ways to set flashlights on fire were never really wasted; to the angel boy made of sugar and spice and everything scary, you’d forgive him for all your murders, (you’ll forgive him for running from places you’re anchored, stuck without a breath you’ll forgive him, because it’s the thought that counts, and he can’t chase something that’s already empty.)

solar flare

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