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 Aug 2013 dolphin ghost
abigail
whiskey is my boyfriend.
he's never clingy,
never demanding,
never threatening.
he keeps me warm at night,
and throws my problems
in a little locket i keep around
my neck.
"let the morning deal with those,"
he says,
and i never object.
why would i?
whiskey and i have been
friends for years,
but i never knew how much
i needed him until the courts stepped into
my life and stuck a **** cup under my ******* ******
with a small time bomb that
has lasted a year but
feels like a millenium.
nine more days and i think
i'll tell whiskey we need a break,
just some space.
nine more days until i can
reunite with mary and molly and all
those delicious bitter pills that my nostrils
have missed so much.
i'll always love whiskey,
and i know he'll always love me,
that's why he won't be mad
when we part.
he'll just wait for me,
he always has,
and i imagine he always
will.
 Aug 2013 dolphin ghost
abigail
i stopped by a party in 1991,
just to see what there was to see.
i told my friends i must
be getting home soon,
because it was late and i was
drunk and i was tired.
"we're just stopping by,"
they told me.
"we'll be here for 5 minutes,"
it was a new years eve party,
the date was January 1st,
1991.
i had too much fun at this party,
everyone did.
all my friends were there,
and some strangers too.
everyone seemed to be
having the time of their lives.
i was enjoying myself so thoroughly
that i lost
track of time.
lost touch with
reality.
when i left the bottles
and pipes and rolled up
dollar bills to find the bathroom,
i asked a passerby what time
it was,
they told me,
it's 2:32 p.m.
August 7th,
2013.
 Aug 2013 dolphin ghost
MS Lynch
Unraveling fate like a sweater is a dangerous thing,
You are the thread and I am a swing.
Constantly back and forth, flying through the air,
Torn up with depression and worried with care.
You're the worst person but in my dreams I kiss your cheek,
Love is for the wild and hate's for the meek.
I'll cut my knees on the street again, your avenue,
"I ******* hate your everything." "Darling, I love you, too."
 Aug 2013 dolphin ghost
MS Lynch
We spilled the medicine on the violin,
But it still plays, strings sticky with cherry.
And the bottle shakes in his hands,
"Please don't, please don't."
Teeth like pills digging into my neck.
She sat on the fence chewing bubblegum candy
He cries in ruins and the dog barks in circles.
Dandelion fluff in the sweet summer breeze,
He has her face in his locket smiling all day.
Weight straight on me, lips right on me.
My fingernails aren't painted like hers.
Her handwriting saved in his soul somewhere,
He loves me but he can still smell her in his skin.
"Please don't, please don't."
He pours the pills down the sink, fingers still shaking,
And the medicine spills onto the violin.
"I won't, I won't."
Its strings are sticky with cherry, but it still plays.
It still plays.
One week from now,
you won't remember the flavour of
my favourite ice-cream, and I'll
stop sulking because you're forgetful
and that's okay.

Two weeks from now,
a message of mine that you never got to
reply won't matter because you never
brought it up and we both just kind of
forget about it.

Three weeks from now,
we'll have our first fight and we'll cry
for the whole night thinking
is this how it feels like to be in love
and you'll call and say that you love me.

A month from now,
I'll forget all the hurtful things you've said to me
because I know you didn't mean it
and I'll have hurtful things to say too but
I'll bite my tongue because I love you too.

Two months from now,
the picture of your lock screen won't be
my face anymore because you see me everyday
so there's no point to that but mine will still be you
because at night, I will yearn for you.

Four months from now,
we will have days when we don't even talk
at all, and it ****** so bad at first
but we'll get used to it, unfortunately
because we have lives to lead.

Six months from now,
I'll pull an all-nighter due to the
cups of coffee I had the morning before
while waiting for you because
you never showed up.

Eight months from now,
a girl will answer your phone because
you have a group project and you'll send her home,
then come to mine to assure me nothing's wrong
but you'll smell like her.

Ten months from now,
I won't be sleeping in my bed anymore
because I'll roll over to your side and cry
until my eyes turn red so I move to the couch
to spare me of pitiful self-loathe.

A year from now,
you'll cease to exist in my world, and
so will I because by then I'll have left it
and it will crumble of my absence
and I hope you'll do too.

— The End —