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Kristine May 2016
I’m nothing but ink
I’m bleached pulp dyed blue and red
Recyclable
Kristine May 2016
I always pass the blame
but, really, it was eve
to eat the fruit, not me.
I do not lead into
temptation, you find it
and say it was my fault
for not keeping you safe.
It's kind of nice to know
that evil is somewhere
and you can find it
but you don't have to look!
So think, there was freedom
east of eden, so thank
eve not me, she freed you.
Kristine May 2016
Beast!
You glom at the ****
of nurture, of support and success
and claim it had nothing to do
with becoming man.

Bring yourself to legs.
Teach yourself to walk.
Blame the mother for shedding
scales and limbs
not for muscles and sinew and warmth.
Kristine Feb 2016
You thumb my jeans.
I say ok.
Okay?
Don't look at me like that.
Don't look at me at all.
Your eyes dry my skin.
My lips crack and bleed.
I swallow my spit, a lump in my throat.
I shake too hard for it to reach my stomach.
I am going to *****.
I am not sorry.
You continue
despite my sick on your skin
I only said ok
So that later I don't feel bad and taken
I still feel bad and taken.
Kristine Jan 2016
(alternate title: in which i reference three things)

there is snow general
all over Ireland

and that's all I know
about Ireland

except that it rarely snows
all over Ireland

so that's what makes the

holiday special

clear white gleam so we
can have epiphanies
and during these epiphanies

we realize sacrifice passion love
is better than things
we can control
Kristine Oct 2012
Our hands are intertwined
and the world is being
destroyed before us.

Laced hands, lace-
delicate and beautiful.
We are delicate and
beautiful and delicate
and beautiful people are annihilating
this delicate and beautiful
earth.
love is
as powerful as bombs
but love would never
destroy.
Kristine Sep 2012
and if I ever eat your flesh
know it is because I liked you best.

If I ever sell your soul
yes, you know it's because I loved you most.

But a kid's got to live
and in this world of sin
might as well harvest the living
ones we love.
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