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Sep 2013 kenye

Amber S

"1 in 8 women will develop breast cancer over her lifetime"
my mother’s eyes did not blink as she spoked riddles.
i stared at the lump. an alien invading.
War of the Worlds.
"For women in the U.S., breast cancer death rates are higher than those for any other cancer, besides lung cancer."
she was in the hospital, a week, or two. it felt like five years.
i did not sleep that summer.
drunk off sake, my mother still did not cry.
"In 2011, an estimated 230,480 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed in women in the U.S."
the night before surgery, I cried until my lungs flopped to the floor
like two useless sacs of atoms.
I scratched my skin until morning,
waiting until my veins leaked.
"A woman’s risk of breast cancer approximately doubles if she has a first-degree relative (mother, sister, daughter) who has been diagnosed with breast cancer."
some days my ******* will sting, and I imagine a small demon,
with horns and razor teeth eating away at the inside of my *******.
when in the shower, I will cusp them in my hands, waiting to feel bumps.
instead I feel too small *******, with a heart that beats too fast.
nights, I dream of my mother with only one breast,
I dream of myself with no *******
The most significant risk factors for breast cancer are gender (being a woman) and age (growing older).*
let me never grow older, for I do not want my territory
stained. but I feel it squirming, and I want to **** it out with my
teeth.

it is pathetic that I am most worried about shaving my
head.

Sep 2013 kenye

missing you

Sep 2013 kenye

Amber S

missing you

paradise is the way
your eyelashes close together
like butterfly wings
as you whisper my name
through pillow lips,
your hand submerged in
my
mane.

Sep 2013 kenye

Untitled

Sep 2013 kenye

chels

Untitled

my stomach is empty
like a cave
i do not want to write
my fingers get sweaty from grabbing at things
that aren't really there
it's easier to be something i'm not
and it's easier to hurt myself and lose myself in dark
rooms with yellow lighting
i am moldy
soft
wet
sorry

Sep 2013 kenye

Pursuit of Lunacy

Sep 2013 kenye

Maharshi Bhattacharya

Pursuit of Lunacy

Three thirty seven AM,
The fire alarms go off in my head,
The sprinklers have all gone dead,
The madman stole my voice from me,
Spoke out of turn into her ears,
Scared her away and she's not here.

Tears decorate the face,
Disbelief has filled my heart,
I can't tell myself apart
From the lunatic,
With claws upon my soul,
He's left me all alone.

Her blue eyes disappear,
Into the silence of the night,
I can hear me breathe, I can hear me sigh,
And I feel so weird tonight,
There's a face in the window,
Staring, burning in sorrow.

Green light means danger,
Forget what they taught you yesterday,
Stake to the heart to end my way,
Your soul bloodied with my soul,
My ways, my words, my thoughts, my eyes,
Buried away in the vaults of your mind.

I will turn you crazy,
I will turn you into me,
Like the madman that spoke in my dream,
I will be your lunatic.

Sep 2013 kenye

The Mouth of Purpose

Sep 2013 kenye

jdmaraccini

The Mouth of Purpose

Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose,
we are human and live as one regardless if we are aware or not
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.

We are more than we're taught to believe,
take a slave who is humble, honest, and meek,
conceived in chains that crumble, worthless and weak.
When this slave has a voice to honestly speak,
purpose will be what sets this slave free.

I beg you to question everything
until the truth is alive and heard.
Limitations are not superior
to the little information we all incur.

Hesitation is a noun, not a verb,
take first place instead of third.
Close your eyes to the blinding veil,
all your thoughts are overheard.

I take this cup of purpose and drink,
with all my might I take this flesh and dip my ink.
The wrong is blinded by the light,
I am born to dream in life.
I die from life to finally see,
I think my dreams are born in me,
without this I am nothing.

Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose.
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.

Sep 2013 kenye

Better of two Evils

Sep 2013 kenye

Anubis the Philosomancer

Better of two Evils

Thinking about you makes me want to listen to Marilyn Manson and scream along;
I wouldn't venture to say that's a compliment, either.