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ninakovalevsky
16/F
angel tears fill rivers full and pull bulls full/ of broken bones and stones oh, how Perillos shone pledged life to the throne Cruel, merciless Rome/ and fell to his death with one last shuddering breath said, "they'll **** you yet"
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
brazen
Silver sideways scratching skin A balustrade, I quickly fade, A rib-cage, paper thin
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
appetite
Carcass on the floor No more breath in your lungs You clung To every last flit Of the eyelid Sticky legs on pegs And bolts on windows And buzzing in ears A jeer at my foolish attempts To creep and leap With a silly lump on a handle It was a frightful sight To my eye to spy you In a corner, Passed of your own accord Goodbye little fly
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
the secret history of a fly
Today was bracelets on wrists And sugar bread twists And rolled eyes And white lies It was the sound of the phone Ringing off the line And pen-ink shine And clinking dimes Today the sun shone brighter Than the last The clouds passed And I laughed At feeling trapped Behind such pleasant windows
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
bracelets
I suppose I long for those moments in the bright sunny parking lot far away from home again where the music is playing softly from the car and I’m smiling at the birds flying over my head and the flag is waving; the clinking, sharp metallic sounds of the ropes and supports smacking against the flagpole are washed away with the wind and it sounds beautiful, like the early morning tinkling of the neighbor’s wind-chimes next door. And here we are walking, those I care about; we are walking and there is the slap of our shoes on the pavement and it sounds so very loud in the bright sun, as if the sounds of our feet are much closer to us than even the air on our skin. I am visiting my yehyeh and he is going to smile as bright as the sun beating down and tanning our arms and shins(oh, how easily I would tan those summers). My mom will worry and fret like she always does these days and she will make sure everything is okay- grandpa insists everything is just fine. Even during these times I longed for the neighborhood days- a memory within a memory- running down the sunny sidewalks, opening the hot metallic gates that have eaten up all of the sun’s rays- and then running through the mulch with my sister, smiling and happy and swinging and playing. Those days were full of smiles and small complaints about things that didn’t really matter- there is mulch in my shoe and I wanted the other swing, not this one. Then we would run home to hug amah and she would laugh and tell us she loves us ‘all the way from your head to your toe!’ and then I would giggle so hard- it always made me laugh, the way she said it and tickled my face and smiled! After that, time passed so quickly and everything changed in less than an instant. Now there is less talking and more of our worries are in our own heads and not shared at all. Now the sun does not shine so brightly and the strange black hole that is eating the earth very slowly inches its way further and further into view, like the sun making its way down, down, down the sky until it is barely on the horizon...
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
remembrance
I suppose I long for those moments in the bright sunny parking lot far away from home again where the music is playing softly from the car and I’m smiling at the birds flying over my head and the flag is waving; the clinking, sharp metallic sounds of the ropes and supports smacking against the flagpole are washed away with the wind and it sounds beautiful, like the early morning tinkling of the neighbor’s wind-chimes next door. And here we are walking, those I care about; we are walking and there is the slap of our shoes on the pavement and it sounds so very loud in the bright sun, as if the sounds of our feet are much closer to us than even the air on our skin. I am visiting my yehyeh and he is going to smile as bright as the sun beating down and tanning our arms and shins(oh, how easily I would tan those summers). My mom will worry and fret like she always does these days and she will make sure everything is okay- grandpa insists everything is just fine. Even during these times I longed for the neighborhood days- a memory within a memory- running down the sunny sidewalks, opening the hot metallic gates that have eaten up all of the sun’s rays- and then running through the mulch with my sister, smiling and happy and swinging and playing. Those days were full of smiles and small complaints about things that didn’t really matter- there is mulch in my shoe and I wanted the other swing, not this one. Then we would run home to hug amah and she would laugh and tell us she loves us ‘all the way from your head to your toe!’ and then I would giggle so hard- it always made me laugh, the way she said it and tickled my face and smiled! After that, time passed so quickly and everything changed in less than an instant. Now there is less talking and more of our worries are in our own heads and not shared at all. Now the sun does not shine so brightly and the strange black hole that is eating the earth very slowly inches its way further and further into view, like the sun making its way down, down, down the sky until it is barely on the horizon...
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