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i weed out the human
parts in my skin with a
staple remover. lift my
feet from the ground.
douse myself in napalm
carefully vultured with
scales. wilt my fingers
plying the desperado
in every knuckle. i am
convincing myself into
heart crookedness, the
easy bitter pill nurse.
how many times should
i tell you again i'm not
in love with either of us
parts in my skin with a
staple remover. lift my
feet from the ground.
douse myself in napalm
carefully vultured with
scales. wilt my fingers
plying the desperado
in every knuckle. i am
convincing myself into
heart crookedness, the
easy bitter pill nurse.
how many times should
i tell you again i'm not
in love with either of us
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Literature
how to become paranoid
baby black widows are known
to float - to alight on you
to ride you home
to grow -
to lurk -
hungrily
to birth more young
right where you live
dozens of them
to grow -
to lurk -
hungrily
they seem to have no plan
for now
except...
to grow -
to lurk -
hungrily
llp - dA - mar2013
Literature
Asylum's Rant
Within these corridors,
she is Queen
and when she speaks
her voice shakes sleep
out from under
the quivering shell
of spine's own feet
and it's documented
-somewhere-
how they've seen her
in teetering dance
with those antiquated demons
of 'froth' and 'lurk'
Me; I only watch her,
those high heels clicking,
rounding corners,
checkmarking tiny boxes
with that fancy white pen of hers
--her wrists and fingers
adorned in silvery sevens,
crystal-like glasses
perched
in low singsong
upon her nose
and that high strut
of the
Literature
Just so you know
And I feel like my jaw is going to float right up through my brain. The night sky is going to drift through my lungs. My hair is going to spill
and my heart is going to vibrate right out of my chest.
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your writing evokes so much thought. the imagery, the formatting, word choice- all superb. you are indeed a gifted writer!