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and then. - and you took hold of my left wrist and I thought that you were going to squeeze my bones but you didn't instead you brought my hand up to your face and brushed the back of it along your forehead and I didn't shut my eyes. it reminded me of couches in the river house and of when I broke my toe and that time I had to trap the fly behind the blinds because it made me feel so sick and I heard it buzzing as I wrote and I felt like calling you and crying. it made me think of yellow stained sinks and patterned toilet paper. I couldn't remember the last time. my knees felt like they were on fire and I felt like flowers and chicken noodland then.
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staring for thirty-three.I can't stop moving, I'm stuck. Shit, my eyes hurt. They sting shit. The boy in the next room is talking in his sleep again and I want him to shut up. There's a bell ringing somewhere. It's stopped now. There are six, sick, songs stuck in my head. My arm is bleeding again. We're out of gauze. I want you to come back I want you to exist, you're never here. Never there. I want to pop my knees out sideways. But they won't snap. I can't find the tweezers. I'm freezing and shivering and I can't turn the heat on or they'll wake up, and they'll say 'Why are you awake?Why is the computer on?Why arstaring for thirty-three.
by ~ash-X-lee
red fingerprint lights. 1. You remind me of a lime.red fingerprint lights.
Only because limes remind me of summer.
And all this reminding reminds me of that song about angels.
2. You were the only person that I loved everything about,
even your cuticles were beautiful.
3. We were never bored either,
you'd paint my fingertips red, and I'd mark up all the lightbulbs in the house.
Leaving a dark spot on each flickering sun.
4. We'd hang anything and everything from the ceiling;
sponges, matchbooks, empty bottles, baby socks,
by ~ash-X-lee
4 letter word. sometimes I don't know what else to say except:4 letter word.
"shit."
half the time it's written all over my face;
the fact that I'm not sure what to do.
the other 50% it's just a desperate feeling that's secretly
repeating in my head.
it means I'm overwhelmed.
it means I'm anxious, nervous.
never afraid, just a little tense.
it means that I'm a little bit insane
and it means that something inexplicable just happened.
it's something my mother would slap me for.
it's something that I shout at the
by ~ash-X-lee
el diablo.
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