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 Sep 2013 zoey
Denise Ann
I write everywhere
on paper, on stone, on skin
what's the difference?
Each one an be erased
desecrated, torn
nothing is forever
much less this shell
with words as its framework
curses and promises
in the hollow of its bones
what's the difference?

Heart's walls paneled with mirrors
everything is a mere reflection
ribs are splinters with serrated edges
a prison of blades, pain and anger and hate
mouth is a cavern of stars
emptied of illumination to see the lights
fingers are claws of the beast inside
always turned against its owner
mind is a labyrinth of fiends forming walls
against fragility, pierced and perceived
when did it get so complicated?

I just wanted to say I write everywhere
how did it come to this?
why would I want to write about that anyway
about paper and stone and skin
ink smeared with demons from inside
the body is hilariously breakable
words seep through skin as if it were paper
what's the difference?
 Sep 2013 zoey
Asphyxiophilia
If every button on your blouse and jeans
Were the knobs of the doors
Of the Budget Inn
I would wrap my hand around them forcefully
And twist and turn until
I finally gained entry.
And if the unwashed comforters
That cover the soiled beds
Were your eager lips
I would jump into them
Until the stains left by other lovers
Made their mark on my skin
In the form of broken blood vessels
And residual lipstick.
And if the thin pages of the
Dust-covered bible tucked into the nightstand
Were every word you whispered
Before sinking your teeth into my skin
I would rip out every page
And paste them over the peeling wallpaper
So that I would be able to read them
Again and again and again
Until I finally believed
That more than failed religion
Could bring me to my knees.
 Aug 2013 zoey
Tammy M Darby
My face gaunt
I cannot sleep
Lay down
Eyes close
Only to weep

I am trapped
In a world of ghosts
Distrust and pain
Barely breathing
On love's death bed I lay

Blinded by loyalty
The assassin was faith  
Betrayal
On the lips linger
A vile taste

A slow demise
Day after day
My soul lies wasting
On love's death bed I lay

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 Aug 2013 zoey
Asphyxiophilia
Leave the light on for me.
I know it's late,
And I'm out wandering the streets
But when I promised I'd come home tonight
Whether I was belligerently drunk
Or mind-numbingly high,
I meant it.
And now I'm wandering the streets
And the streetlights are all blending together
As though they are strung out
On the christmas trees
Of the apartment buildings
On our street,
Except I'm not sure if it's our street
Because I have stood on every step
Of every porch with the light on
But no one seems to be home
And I can't help but wonder,
Did you forget to leave the light on?
Or do you not feel like coming to the door?
I'm trying not to over-think this
But the police officer across the street
Is beginning to stare at me
With beady eyes
That remind me of the rats
That I passed in the subway
Just twenty minutes ago,
Or was it thirty?
I can't read the numbers
Engraved on the buildings
Aligned like tombstones
As though even they know
Our love is going to die here.
Or is it already dead?
I guess I'll know
In the next thirty seconds
Because I have one more porch to go
And I can't help but wonder,
Did you leave the light on?
 Aug 2013 zoey
Tim Knight
Crest of the wave shoulders
moulded into the final box;
Russian doll soldiers
have nothing on this once free-bus-pass holder.

Open the windows to the let the fresh death out,
past the PVC French doors, triple glazed
and no doubt worth their weight in gold.

Tidy up her lips with thread reinforced with care
and a careful hand tidied up in a well healed white gloved pair.

The next-to-the-cemetery funeral home sits not far from Wakefield
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 Aug 2013 zoey
Danela
Oh,
 Aug 2013 zoey
Danela
Oh,
We are friends
We hang out, laugh, talk
i tell you i like him,
"oh," you say

We are still friends
We still hang out
we still laugh
6th grade ends

Middle school
We are friends
Or are we still
i tell you my secret
"oh," you say

We are not friends
We don't talk
You walked away
"oh," i say
 Aug 2013 zoey
Abigail Louise
High
 Aug 2013 zoey
Abigail Louise
The tips of my fingers are ripped off and ****** from trying to scratch my way out of my own skull. My heart is one thousand pounds trying to pump my blood through my gyrating body. I inhale to breath, but my lungs only receive my anxiety. I breathe deep, but intake no air. I am all of the sudden falling. Falling back, but there is no where to land. Others are floating around me. Breathless and afraid, I am in outer space. Falling into the darkness, I need to breathe. I involuntarily let it consume me. My emotions bawl up in my chest as I watch planet Earth fly away. I cough up the word "No" and try to swim through the zero-gravity, back to reality. No matter how much strength I put in, I only move further away. Reluctantly, I give up. The emotions bawled up in my chest, fly up to my head, dance their way through my skull and seep out of my eyes as a gentle cry. I am afraid of the darkness.
 Aug 2013 zoey
Stephanie Campbell
I can feel it
the beauty.
it is not in my eyes
nor my hair
nor my lips.

my soul is exquisite

you can't see it
no
you never could.
blinded by your sight.
it is not visible, but tangible.

I still see it in you
the beauty.
it's there too

when we meet again
I hope you've learned
to open your mind
close your eyes
and See.
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