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Leah Mar 2013
10/29/12

drank my robitussin like a commercial,
made my gums sickly sweet and red.
coughing up discomfort and nicotine,
wishing my body could decide to be dead.

I wonder if Poe had to wait until he was sick,
to squeeze a meaningful thought out onto paper,
'cause lately I do.
Leah Mar 2013
10/11/12

the sun has died,  and yet the planets still orbit.
the fish swim in a char black ocean,  dead current.
the bull charges blindly into the ruins of the arena.

if god looks down,
then he's tired of my being cared for.
he sent a truck and a tumor to get me to care more.
and having failed at that,
he saw fit to pull my heart out.

the flaw in god is that,
he pulls too ******* the puppet strings.

you can bring a camel to water,
but you can never make it drink.

he can send two plagues to reform me,
and in the end I still think.

this is clear punishment for living life without god.
this is the reformation of nothing, and nobody.
this is the admission that I'll happily keep rotting.
Leah Mar 2013
10/22/12
that's the day you died
the day you became dead to me

sitting in the driveway at my dad's house
cigarette in hand
cottonwood tree standing tall and alive
concrete feeling cool and strong

both cottonwood and concrete
have seen me cry over many a boy like you
the wind howled a familiar howl
and suddenly I remembered

there've been so many just like you
and here I am,  returning home,
changed, and bitter, and with tears in my eyes
I returned home whole

I realized today that I don't need you
I realized that I could let you go.
Leah Mar 2013
semi-sarcastic
fully somatic
cigarette addict

bracelet wearer
ramen noodle sharer
and nothing else.
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