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328 · Jan 2019
words I
el Jan 2019
we move in easy
rhythm
hands on waists, movements
timed and precise
singing in perfect melody
as we speak in perfect song
the two of us
together all along
our dance is lovely
content and hardly irked
one is not without the other,
the writer and her work
202 · Jan 2019
mantra
el Jan 2019
turn on the tap
stain my eyes with red
you’re better you’re better
again and again
el Apr 2019
I should not have
been afraid of the fact that
I was wearing overalls
and my legs were visible
I should not have been  
cursing myself for wearing something
so feminine
when we all know that the dark
likes to swoop in
and steal little girls
with glitter on their cheeks
and red on their lips
and devour them whole
starting between the legs
and ending with her mind
157 · Jan 2019
what i love
el Jan 2019
there is something fleeting
within her eyes
filled with fear as
something dies
grey as slate
and blue no more
peeping through
a stormy door
155 · Feb 2019
lacking
el Feb 2019
a bit of blood to
ease the mind
scraping skin
and buying time
arms that sting
and a mind that’s crushed
a bit of pain
for what I’ve lost
153 · Jan 2019
words II
el Jan 2019
my steps falter
hands slip
and we step on each other’s
toes
as we scramble to match
the rhythm of others surpassing
our songs are cracked
and we sing in brutal
harmony, a song about the
fear of facing mock
we are turned upside down
the writer and the block
el Apr 2019
toss back a
shot of gasoline
and follow it with a
long drag
smoke billows from the
cigarette and into my eyes
but when you offer me the blunt
I take it without
thinking
141 · Feb 2019
crazy
el Feb 2019
it seems that the only
conversation
i can hold these days is
A) With Myself
B) With The Only True Facts
C) With Someone Who Doesn’t Exist
and at this point,
i'm not so sure
that there ever was
a correct answer
137 · Apr 2019
terrify me
el Apr 2019
I could die
my life
my experiences
my dreams
all washed down the drain
by a bigot who
thinks they’re better
because they kiss
the opposite ***

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