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 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
you're sister said i seemed
different* and he sighs when
i tell him *not different,
just sad


there is a small silence as he
loads up his truck, and when he is
not looking, i say

*but i guess, for you, that means
different
idk, when he's sad i'm sad
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
thank you for
listening even
when on easter
I said I hated
you more than
twelve times
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

oh man.
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
anatomy
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
when i was a kid, i pretended i could
breathe underwater so that if i was
ever caught in a wave for too long
i wouldn't panic- but now my hands are
shaking and i can feel my lungs getting tight
and my ear drums are starting to pound, and
these ceilings are
crushing
me.
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
this is not a false
happiness, my
pores open and
drink the sun
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
glass can
little creature
little creature
little creature

You talk the talk, all sunken-eyed from a not-so-scant dilaudid habit
but you are a dilettante and can't straight walk the walk
compared to she and I, the comparable brunettes.

You go to the bathroom and snort drugs off your lap b/c    u     r     v   sick.

When your girlfriend goes to rehab, don't call me to *******.

You want to **** me because you like the idea of being loved
and you are two-years-too-late out of touch with being a scene queen,
draghino druggies into bathtubs and baking with Lil B.

You're slipping
and I know that, for sure,
because you tried to kiss *me
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
you said that i
can do better, and i
hope that by better,
you meant
you
'so you're not into him?'
'nah, we're just friends'
and then he smirked because he's dumb and infuriating and said 'good' and i lost my **** a little
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
isaac
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
marina
i wish my hands didn't shake
every time you say my name,
but i am only
human
****
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
Tom McCone
would I could I have gotten
you, but I have this:
but I hold my downfall
between bubbles, or
between slurring fingertips;
pressure
loss, diffident
indifference,
bitter delirium, I
wake through the
marshes of all
thoughts I call mine, but
she, with quivering hands,
pulls trumps and
bares teeth and

i, small creature i,
decompose another fraction,
break and bend and
swallow no pride, tonight.

so hallowed, these lives!
like I lie, in-between
awake or no such dream or
the pursuit of impossibility:
an appetite turning these
wheels to drive us each home to
each of our own tiny
fallacious undestinies,
where lined veins underhandedly
tighten and leave,
stumble or bleed;
traces of the same want and amount of nothing.

from lustgarden cradled in concrete i
turn corners, i
recompose, with eyes alight. i
bare teeth, i
wake and bleed,
and still see.

I still breathe.
{sometimes I wonder if i'm even evil at all}
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
a skyscraper counted down
the red seconds until I woke
up and i stood naked on the
streets of a dream waiting for
my alarm to go off.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Feb 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
it's been a
year since
it all went
to ****.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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