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953 · Nov 2014
kayla Nov 2014
dusty frames retain memories
perfectly designed
and then all at once
we live too fast
813 · Nov 2014
kayla Nov 2014
there is a courtyard
behind the abandoned hospital.
vines crawl up the walls like cancer;
like a sickness that cannot be contained.
just like my irrational eagerness for pertinence.
disconnect my conscious thoughts.
*make this infection disappear.
784 · Nov 2014
kayla Nov 2014
your hair is unruly and unkempt
and i can't seem to form a coherent thought.

your very being is a colorful illustration
that i could study endlessly.

let me drink you in.

i promise not to leak.

i will savor every drop
and never let you flee.
763 · Aug 2015
kayla Aug 2015
uncovered comfort in
empty nothingness.

outer space and
fields of wildflowers.

drunk on orbits.
jumping off skyscrapers filled with dust.

consuming vases overfilled with memories
and scattered pieces of home.

dark matter summoning tranquility.
757 · Dec 2014
kayla Dec 2014
My thoughts are as loud as a derailed freight train.
594 · Aug 2015
kayla Aug 2015
Washing my hands clean of the marks I no longer want to see.
495 · Nov 2014
counting days
kayla Nov 2014
stimulate the illusion of destitute empires
children climbing ladders
letters lost
stamps from stockholm

in the dead of night i sift through the foliage
arranging leaves on gravestones
hazy convolutions
faint ***** hums

black crows wander through thick pines

eulogy: impertinent
454 · Aug 2015
kayla Aug 2015
scuffling along the grassy path.
worn out and wondering.
wandering and wandering.
calmly morbid.
lost in the thick scent
of pine trees and dead leaves.
shatter my bones and leave me to the crows.
425 · Sep 2015
kayla Sep 2015
False eyes cast shadows
across the glint of a dark horizon.

A stained mattress and a trace of senselessness.
A vacancy and a void.

Prospects of chaos.
Overbearing amounts of black coffee.

A box of aged slides,
projected onto a brick wall.

Nerve endings.
A small beginning.
363 · Nov 2014
kayla Nov 2014
sleeping on the dining room floor
with apparitions and stale bread crumbs

clasping and interlocking fingers
sweaty palms dripping with amnesia

slow my breathing
it's better with you here

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