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"I'll tell you your future,
for a price." The trees whispered,
hot like cinnamon, their branches
reaching like skeleton fingers to grab me.
But, my thick dragon scale skin
would not budge. I knew my future—
and no amount of spreads or
the many creases in my palms
could tell me what I already knew—
"Silly lovers—My future's filled with fools."
for a price." The trees whispered,
hot like cinnamon, their branches
reaching like skeleton fingers to grab me.
But, my thick dragon scale skin
would not budge. I knew my future—
and no amount of spreads or
the many creases in my palms
could tell me what I already knew—
"Silly lovers—My future's filled with fools."
Literature
quadrantids
you wake up early & the dawn tells
you what the neutrinos mean
and with a sickening crunch
your tarnished shade climbs to the underground,
the creationists' thinktank of pianosong & sorrow
where the lifeblood is a barricade
where the lethargy tastes fine & becomes addictive
where the children have cosmic dreams instead of memory
where you're with me like you were supposed to be
and all the collective setting suns
can't bring darkness upon the light you give me
Literature
stomached
you blush and bruise
with sidewalks, stones,
the quiet doorways in your thighs
and the weight of your purple
tongue against mine
(a carnival of teeth)
if you swallowed the moon
with your agate jaws,
you could not be more nacreous
or divine
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vices.
there's hell in your eyes, painting them black cesspits that could eat away the stars.
you tell me you need out of your head. the moon pulls higher in the sky, quietly marking the hour. our feet hang over empty air, the tracks below an open casket. you inhale nicotine and exhale burning buildings. smoke curls like fingers into the body of the night.
we're breaking like an ocean. eggshells on pavement.
i can't hold you together,
so you down handfuls of little white pills like peppermint candies.
like if you just keep swallowing, they'll whitewash the walls of your ribcage and purge your dirty heart.
you drink like you're always thirs
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Lovely.