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hunny Jul 2015
dressed to the nines
you wore only pearls
moonlight dipped around your
deep collarbones
lips smeared
a curve that is far from a smile
but a satisfied frown
emerged
one dog
then two
quite a few more
with lace round their necks
and a smooth hint of gore
they barked silently, painfully
left them at ease
they dropped to the ground
you dropped to your knees
written June 16th
  Jul 2015 hunny
em
tell me again why
we wouldn't work.

because you are smiling,
and I am smiling,

and happiness is
not a given.
hunny May 2015
BAD
bright sharp click click
you fall
down to smashed bitten gleaming
peices
of ringed plaster.
I scream
I'm free
now that you're gone
  May 2015 hunny
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
hunny May 2015
POP
devour the
shining, greedy
glass
pop pop pop
blood leaks and swirls
you smile, eyes half shut
glass between your teeth
hunny May 2015
some things stir in her stomache
dragging her into her half-dead dreams
eyes open wider than normal as she plummets down down
                                 down
some ways between her origin and destination
she changed her mind
she wanted flakes of 19 butterfly wings to surround her 'blue and green'
and they do
engulfed in a flutter
she rises
~sometimes things are so easy~
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