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1.3k · Mar 2012
melancholic extemporization
Kati Isaacson Mar 2012
there is a girl who lives inside my bones
she hibernates in my heart
she burrows beneath my ribcage
[she tears and claws to escape]

her eyes cut through me like knives
her fingers play the same two chords
my veins are her keys
[she whispers into my ear as i sleep]

she has tiny bird bones
and she keeps the salt underneath the bed
it takes longer to make the monsters leave our body
[but they always do]

she never comes when i am alone
she appears at night
she knows she isn't welcome
[she stays in hopes that i'll run back to her]

her small hands hold me down
fragile fingers lace my throat
she won't give up until she's done
until my lungs collapse




and i erupt like a solar flare




*[and i don't blame her]
572 · Apr 2012
mother
Kati Isaacson Apr 2012
my mama was right when she said
    "there'll be days like this"
she didn't say how to keep the nightmares out
    she sprinkled the salt round the house
    on window sills
    under doors
i don't know what she was looking for
    but she looked
    more and more
    until her eyes just couldn't see anymore

"there'll be days like this"
my mama said

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