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Abigail Sep 2013
i've got knee-high socks underneath too-long jeans and cigarettes in my pocket
Abigail Sep 2013
#10
static in my bones and clutter in my brain
Abigail Sep 2013
the sun the sky the breeze the trees toes quicksand scritch scratch dryer 1950s lovely lonely hair compliant help keep safe home quick kiss hello hug hello hi hello pretty lovely lonely cut scratch drink puff lovely lonely drive go fast drive cruise i'm sorry money help home safe plaid light morning pop crown smear free mind heart soul clunk jingle ching change kiss hug lovely lonely ***** help kiss heart breathe suffocate help drowning kiss my heart my lungs special hug kiss help quiet static smear dark help quiet kiss help
Abigail Sep 2013
her eyelashes graced my skin so subtly
a breeze emanating from her shook my bones

when she kissed my collar i felt an overwhelming pressure inside my heart and in my stomach

her bottom teeth didn't quite line up
and she had a bump in the middle of her nose

when i touched her knee she sighed and leaned further into my cavernous chest

her knees knocked when she walked
and her jeans were always a little too big

she held my hand and guided me through the park to her favorite spot

her hair always curls especially tight by her ears
and the freckles on her legs form a constellation

the leaves were occupying every inch of the ground except one spot was clear,
just past a hill and to the left of a lake

i shuddered at the damp air and wiped my eyes at the sight of the sun
but when i saw her peaceful reflection, and the yellow and red and green leaves and the sun rising behind foggy clouds
and heard nothing but twittering birds and our quiet breaths mixed
i swear i fell into the most comfortable web,
which i have been unable to escape since
Abigail Sep 2013
#7
and for a moment i had trouble
navigating the web of freckles
strewn across her nose
Abigail Sep 2013
#6
i play it out in my head. a graceful arc
right at the crescendo. floating
through the air for what feels like
eternity. a crash. darkness. shards
of glass and hot blood. i don't feel
anything. it was purely magical and i
can see it over and over. can feel the
satisfying breaks, can predict the
damage. it won't stop me from doing
it again.
Abigail Sep 2013
#5
your spirit lurks in my aching bones
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