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Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
it's up for grabs
rent - free
this precious
private passage
where believers tell me
sin hides somewhere
lurking in shadows
of desire

from me
for free

however
hypocrites preach :
'it's best to seek
the highest bidder'

I re-consider.
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
Some words zip around like a dying fly's corpse hitting a fan. It's pieces should be collected, fit together, observed, and put in the ground where no one will find them; where no one will dig them up to utter them again. And the stale blood should be wiped from the blades, for they will keep spinning, and no one likes the sound of a truth gone false, whizzing 'round incessantly in their head. No one likes the crimson smell of something they'd rather forget.
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
skin like
honey

breath
the same

subtly sweet
spiced with
the morning's cigarette

i recall it
more than i should
for my
own good

then
i am there again
toe to toe
skin to skin
******* it in

giving your Co2
a toxic ride
in my blood

watching your lips
exhale
to take
a big
smile
in spite of themselves
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
Careless days
Ignite
The carers fire

Let it burn

These laughing days
Drown
The tears
In their own salt

Let them drown
Down
Down
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
There's a glow from the moOn
That
  a
  n
  g
  s
In my room
It smiles upside down
From a spider thread
                               (O)

It sinks in my bOnes
Where I'm home alOne

It softens the light
It hardens Thenight

It tightens the bite
Of a skeleton's frOwn
To grin
Instead
At the dead

There's a glow in my room

Blue
From the doOm

Which spiders
(and I)
DOn't dread
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
We are all mad
  in How Town
Don't leave us alone
  begging the Rich

We are child stars
  browsing ***** shows
Coming without
  a hitch

Blood fills
  our eyes
Tattoos paint
  our bones

We are ******
  without a way
We are banned
  without a name

Don't leave alone
  the stray

Hacking away
  our own ditch
Hollie Stutzman Feb 2013
All at once

there's pure
air in my
blood

I am
the whiteness
of everything
in the sky

I don't feel
cloth, or the mug of
crowds on me
at all
No
my skin's in a
muddy pool miles
below
where i used to swim

    where i
    was a puddle
    you were the rain

It's so nice now
to be your cloud
dripping black drops
of you
from my belly

Yes it's sublime
watching you
collect yourself
into some helpless
pool puddle

Yes
i feel so light
to make you frown
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