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 May 2013 k
hkr
lullaby
 May 2013 k
hkr
i do not need lullabies
at twelve at night, when some wake up screaming
or before i go to bed

i need lullabies
when i am happy
laying under the porch light
feeling lightheaded and woozy
but knowing that i have succeeded, today
and not inhaled a thing.

sing me a lullaby
to remind me that i am a little girl inside
who does not know definitions and statistics
and does not understand that happiness can ****.
 May 2013 k
Sarah Wilson
someone told me once that i was an all or nothing type of girl.
and they meant it as a compliment, or rather an insult
draped and disguised to look like one.
but it's true, i know this.

and i have locked onto that phrase for years and years.
because i am so afraid to love someone wrong
that i love everyone too much, maybe.
or maybe not ever at all.

i can tell you what a crush feels like, list symptoms and
cross things off on a list one by exciting, miserable
one. but i cannot write on the excitement
of the brush of someone's fingers

or the bone-rattling nerves of an across-the-room glance.
i can't remember what rejection feels like and if
you asked me, i could not properly say
that i care about that anyway.

but i am familiar with this, the anxiety and this yearning.
to talk and laugh and say out loud what was said
to me and oh, however shall i respond?
that's what i'd say.

if i had a crush, anyway. but i am a girl who just...
does things all at once or not at all, and so
i find myself terribly frightened
to feel anything at all.
2/30 for may 2013. my crush.
 May 2013 k
berry
Never Got To Swim
 May 2013 k
berry
like fools, we dove into the shallow end.
head first. blind to the danger.
the jump itself was bliss.

fingers interlocked, laughter pouring from our mouths,
eyes bewitched and sparkling naively.
we were childlike. godlike. untouchable.

however our euphoria ended abruptly
at the reality of the encroaching cement bottom -
awaiting our skulls

but by the time we realized what was happening
it was too late.
you cannot stop gravity.

the smiles faded from our mouths.
and we went down,
down, down.

no hope for air.
no flailing limbs.
no final breath.

not a chance at revival.

we were dead on impact.

we never got to swim.
 May 2013 k
Cadence Musick
we're just a tangle of limbs,
skin and teeth
sinking our fangs
in whatever
escape we can get our hands on
******* all the experience
of drug dazed lust
and nights veiled in smoky dust,
car windows broken open,
the glass embedding into
our dreams
a mosaic of the world opening up,
sliding down it's throat
as the wind whispers secrets into our hair
and we flick the ashes of cigarettes
over and over
awkwardly holding them between fingers,
pretending to know how to smoke
professionally
all the innocent pretend to be *****
until one day it's just there
the shirt fits
and you forget
how to skip backwards,
chalk staining knee caps
we're done
quite done.
 May 2013 k
Cadence Musick
it was achingly beautiful
when you cut off all your hair,
letting curl upon ebony curl
drift to rest at your feet
the sun never shone
brighter atop your head
i still dream of the angles
of cheeks and knuckles
all blurring together
a cave exists under my sheets
sometimes i can see the hollowness
in a voice
echoing and echoing and echoing
till morning
but by then
such loveliness
had disappeared
 May 2013 k
Dada Olowo Eyo
Popsicle.
 May 2013 k
Dada Olowo Eyo
Blue eyes, she's got blue ice,
Most beautiful things I've ever seen,
Her heart's where I'd have been,
If only, only if, she didn't take, the colder highs.
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