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253 · May 2015
Untitled
Cristina Dean May 2015
my nails
tapping
on the mahogany coffee table
echo this

friday night alone
again
240 · May 2015
i want you
Cristina Dean May 2015
like the titanic tragedy
234 · May 2015
Untitled
Cristina Dean May 2015
the loneliness is stiff
in the air
of this apartment
wine and menthol
cigarettes
quiet cat
in a corner chair
199 · May 2015
you
Cristina Dean May 2015
you
do not know
the color of my eyes
sunlit
163 · Jan 2021
Night hunt
Cristina Dean Jan 2021
Lovers’ shadows cast on alley
Brick walls
The night whining
The street lights trembling
The cobwebs glowing
The beast asking for me
Like a serenade.
163 · May 2023
Body Heat
Cristina Dean May 2023
A whining rottweiler
By the tracks
A freight train
storming
crashing the night
Like thunder
He's snoring
My face is warm
From drinking strong
Japanese beer
3 hours awake, feel like i
Haven't slept in a year
And i want something more
Than a gentle touch
His hair is thick and
Black
His sweat bitter
His scent sweet
Fiji deodorant and ****
My face
Is warm and hot
from nicotine
Too much Japanese beer
My body is hot
I want more
Than a gentle touch
122 · Apr 2023
Waiting
Cristina Dean Apr 2023
Feel like I'd like fishing
Sitting there
Alone
On some body of calm
Water
A little rowboat or
Canoe
Early in the summer morning
Listening to the birds
Rise and the golden light spread
In the sky
Leaking through the
Willow trees
Sitting there
All day
Waiting

Feel like I'd like fishing
Sitting there waiting
Been waiting
Everyday
Anyway
Been waiting
For something
To come
To happen
My whole life

Been waiting
For an answer
Might as well
Wait for a fish to bite.
121 · Apr 2023
Here's the skin
Cristina Dean Apr 2023
The emptiness
Stretches wide
In the pit of me
In the pit of the night
Cracking open a second
Bottle
Of wine
I want something so badly
I squeeze my fists hard
So hard
To subdue it
To soothe it
It doesn't come
It doesn't come
The dragon stretches
Its long neck
The raven its black
Feathered wings
Why do I need something
So *******
Badly?
Myself high up on a barstool
Bait them
Bait them in
Give me them, pull them in
I want them
Teeth and nails, here's
The skin
Of my shoulders, my neck
Something alive
Slightly stinging
In them
In me
My heart is singing
Up there high
On the barstool

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