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feedingfeeding the murder / feels like handing pieces of myself / to something that never learned the word enough
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May 15
something close to nothingthe pause after an exhale / before the next breath / begins
18
May 4
arms hang weirdlystanding by the fridge with the door open / the cold air is hitting my knees and I don't even want anything to eat / I just opened it because I didn't know what room to walk into next
15
Apr 30
in a lonely placethe chair faces nothing / not a window, not a wall, / just the echo of footsteps
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Apr 29
knuckle-white and penny-tonguedthe wet weight of a Tuesday / presses against the back of my skull / where the salt collects in ridges.
23
Mar 31
new face of deaththe ugly thought is a mouth / that has forgotten how to chew / my pulse
75
Mar 30
a promise isn't a promise (if we both have never held up our end)Salt crusts onto ceramic cheeks. / Heavy air sits between us, / thick with ghosts of unspoken
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Jan 29
my tonguethe apartment rearranges itself / while I make coffee / mugs migrate
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Jan 24
in our summer skinwe moved like the heat had softened time / bare feet on cracked pavement / shoulders open to the sky
15
Jan 15
unnamedthe ground feels like a secret / pressed against skin that forgets its weight / a hush rises from somewhere beneath
6
Jan 2
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