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 Jun 2012 Jackie
Madeline
white clouds into her lungs, the pretty girl,
ripping her clothes on the sink -
stumble into the smoke, and gasp its illusions.

we're all wretched,
and no one rises.

she lies back on the man-dirtied bed of hers and
drifts.
we're all substance, and we're all abused.

we're all wretched,
and no one rises.

climb if you can, little girl, or just lie back and let the whiteness
shroud you in its powdered lying.
the things we'd all do for a little substance, the things we all do for a little abuse.

your clothes are too fervent, aren't they?
and removed too fast, and all for this substance,
all this abuse.

rip your clothes on the sink
into it.
 Jun 2012 Jackie
Julia Burden
I need you tonight.
I need it.
To be wrapped
in your arms
entagled
in the most
comforting
of knots.
My head fitting
perfectly
in that spot
between your neck
and shoulder.

Just the right kind of
tiny,
your eyes smile.
Your hands
squeezing my sides
just because
you like the way I squeak
and giggle
and fuss.

That intimacy
I thought
would always
make me panic.
But somehow
your sighs
etched into
my skin
made it okay.

Do you still find
red hair
on your sheets?

I wish
it was still
mine.
 Jun 2012 Jackie
Julia Burden
He wouldn't laugh
if he knew
how much of
me
still belonged
to him.

He would close his eyes
(almost -
is that -
regret?
desire?
disappointment?)
if he understood
how my inspiration
is all
derived
from stolen glimpses
of that
stupid smirk.

He would ****
his head -
say my name
(reproachfully?
regretfully?
desperately?)
if he could
feel
himself in
every word
I write.

Though I wonder
would the
disapproval
be for my feelings?
Or simply
for the way I
romanticize them?
 Jun 2012 Jackie
Julia Burden
I wish you knew -
No.
Really, I don’t want you
to know.

If only I could tell -
But if
I’m being honest,
telling is half
the problem.

Do you ever wonder -
Don’t tell me.
The idea of what
you might think
terrifies me.

I like to imagine…
Not that.
Mostly just
that I knew how to make you
understand
or how
to understand myself.

— The End —