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 Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
Caitie
Subhuman
 Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
Caitie
The drapes in your skull
and your sunken in eyes,
who has broken you?
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Collarbones protruding
from your withered chest
and your lungs heave for one breath-
one breath too many.
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The stress of the days,
and the strawberry blonde boy
you fell in love with
on the countryside.
Your heart is broken.
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Slumped in the cracked city
you are forced to call home,
and the loved ones who have passed
but whom are not dead.
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Ridiculing the creeping insects
looking for a home.
*****, gross, worthless
You realize.
That's what they call you
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Sun setting a forcefully pale orange,
awakening the night.
Time for your dismay to set.
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Light your cigarette
and ash it on your skin,
amazed by its burn.
Pain? None.
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An insomniac's racing mind
and all the wonders of the world.
Waiting, time contemplating.
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Wishfully disappearing
just like your soul did.
 Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
Artemis
Repair
 Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
Artemis
Its always in this house
Where her small ivory hands have never been
And her blood red lips have never tasted
The floor sings sad songs as we walk
At such late hours in the night
Its the stairs and the purple curtain
That I think I’ll associate with the way things were
When it was just me I kept my gas tank full
So I could always leave at a moments notice
The highway has never sounded so quiet in my life
Drowned out in your whispers
But even a sinking ship can be repaired
*~W.C.
 Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
Artemis
I put a lighthouse in the window in hopes that you were coming home
But we don’t even share the same shoreline
These storms have never been good to me
And I made too many promises to keep my life in my own hands
I’m afraid these legs are far too weak to ever stand in a courtroom
And the angels lost interest in me a long time ago
All I can do is fend them off with broken wrists
I was never frail until I gave you everything I had
But now I’m tired of the guillotine smiles
And every embrace that feels like a noose
Waking up in a deathbed feels unnerving at first
I guess its better than shivering on the floor
The real horror comes later when you start to feel comfortable
*~W.C.
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