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Lia Nov 2015
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people come in and out of your life like a hurricane like swirls of color like a time lapse highway and some of them stay still (or maybe move the same speed as you) for just long enough that you learn to expect them to always be there and then when they aren't there anymore it hurts like a
Lia Nov 2015
we were in his car
an old red jaguar, not as fancy as it sounds
i don't remember where we were going
because we're always going somewhere

he said to me
"is it weird that i had a dream
about me and you in the future?"

& i froze, unsure how to respond
so i just waited

he glanced from the road to me
"you know, like... together."

the asphalt purred under us

i said "no. no it's not weird."

i breathed ice

he said, "i'm not sure
if i'm going to be gay forever."

he always says this
when he doesn't have to look at me

i said "it's okay, i know.
i know you're confused, right?"
i'm confused too, but i didn't say that

we turned onto the highway
he flicked red ashes out of the window

he said "i hate that word."

& we drove onward
in the dark with the radio loud
Lia Sep 2015
i think i love him
i'm going to puke
Lia Sep 2015
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Lia Sep 2015
breath hot moist
pungent
rotten meat
rot, gristle
blood in his teeth
****, ****
he's after me
Lia Sep 2015
he sniffed her out
she fell for his charm
she fell into his bed
too fast
too fast
passion
or frenzy?

over & over
again & again
he pinned her down
red ribbons,
red dress on the floor

it wasn't sweet
it wasn't sweet
my, what big
teeth you have
what big marks they leave

the sun rose
the moon set
he slept fitfully

bruised, ****** & sore,
she waited

finally he woke &
crunch,
munch
he ate her for lunch
Lia Sep 2015
he is hard
smooth
a polished stone
unbroken
solid
undisturbed
rooted firmly in the mud
& i am the soft moss
around him
wet & sweet
growing on him
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