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Carving
Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
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Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
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10 Things
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
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Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
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“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”— Edgar Allan Poe (via wowloverly)
I feel outside of myself. The decisions I have made have been made for me by someone else.
I am involuntary. I am empty. I am rejection and I am embarrassment. I am not thinking straight.
It is sweet and it is bitter tasting, it feels warm inside of me and I keep drinking the wine and it keeps going down like I want it to.
The sink drain and the breeze from the open window and the blood inside my ears is rushing and sinking and beating and thumping and the voices are too clear and they tell me what to do and I hear my name called and there are flashes of light and I struggle and I wake up and I am in different clothes than the ones I was wearing just a few moments ago and my head is pounding and my phone is filling up with texts wondering where I am and if I am okay and I can’t remember anything and it is a black hole.
Concentration and hopelessness and french toast and maple syrup, sweet and hopeful. Quetions asked when all I really want is strawberry pancakes and questions that make me confused and sad and I don’t know why. I want to walk on a beach and jump in the ocean and swim away and I don’t know why. I want go to back to the way it was. Before this happened when I could forgive and I could forget and It wouldn’t come back and sleep with me at night and sneak up on me during the day.
