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 Mar 15 matt r
Pablo Picasso
bleached
beneath
a 10 kilowatt
moon
anticipating
geometry
the smell
of soap
that same
instant
calling into
question
bisexuality
without flesh
or
the vibration
of blood
will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside
another. red & white.  they say it will change my life.

meanwhile i **** boxes.
 Mar 12 matt r
Marc Morais
She wears the sky like  a  smile,
two   soft   fists   of   stormlight
where  her  eyes   should   be—
fog  rolling  into   her   sockets,
her   pupils   swallowing   your
will to survive.

She’s a child playing peekaboo
with the world’s attention span
what  you  can’t  see—she  does
and will bruise you with it.

The truth—a submerged body,
a river  bending  its  shoulders,
its slow  hunger  against  your
secret desires for her pain.

Her   mouth—red  as  muscle,
against  your  pale  intentions,
tight-lip­ped siren  bracing  for
the  moment   the  sky  breaks
you wide open.

And  what  happens  when—
the light pours in like knives,
the world sharpens her heels,
her mouth  swallowing storm
your heart bleeds for her.
If you would like to see what she looks like. I painted the digital art first and used it as inspiration.

Clouded Vision—Marc Morais
https://prnt.sc/brM_2HFNk72b
Dear Ethel Cain

I sleep in the sleep I’ll die in. My heartbeat says too soon, too soon. A hand on god’s eyelid. Nothing.
 Mar 9 matt r
collin
u-haul
 Mar 9 matt r
collin
i finally knew
why we never met
on the other side of the move

you packed the broom
while i packed the *****
 Mar 9 matt r
indi
they have taken my words
and minced them up
in front of me
this is a familiar hell
this oubliette, this hole
this ******* landfill
of words and words and
words have
lost meaning, lost color
as little by little
i am pulverized
to grain, to salt, to dust
over and over again
over and over again
over and over again
monday scaries
 Mar 9 matt r
indi
in soft hours when your heart’s
awake dreaming
and you feel a soft whisper
gently tracing
your skin, your spine to your soul
that’s me loving
you
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