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Olivia Brown Mar 2013
ceaseless crying.

soak the pillow...onto the bed.



tears absorbed, oil absorbed, sweat absorbed,

cigarette burns, *****, weight, arrogance,

seclusion, hesitation, longing,

itch.



one oozed with love, with purity.

snug, tender, sensible, giving.



two oozed with destruction, with vulgarity.

deep, hidden, masked, distanced, deceptive.



one gushed desperation.



he wasn't absorbed.
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
compressed.
spiraling,
release.

uneasy-
running through.
inside,
out.

gone,
forgotten.

where did you go?
Olivia Brown Mar 2014
once the small
haze lifts,
of your
blue adoring eyes,
it will all
come crumbling,
slowly
but surely
down.

once your hands
are lifted,
from the angles of my
jaw,
your fingertips to follow,
releasing my blood
flushed cheeks.

undoubtably,
it will all
come fizzling,
calmly
but absolutely
down.

once i stop
remembering,
will something
else follow?
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
quietly,
her jaw rests upon his shoulder,
relaxed.
her gaze,
indescribable.
a smile seemingly real,
petite but wide.

his gaze,
beaming with pleasure,
with the feeling of euphoria.

she feels it in the center,
later.
the center burns, burns.

as if her body were a statue,
eroding,
slowly.

the surge flows,
flowers and bursts,
halted by its housing.

she feels a quick shock-
defeated.
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
the glowing stopped.

the colors were in the way, no one knew 

it was drained.
it's dull now.



they looked up.



why aren't you glowing anymore?



get out, get out, get out...

get out.

get in.

     
                
                            leave it, let it fill, 
                                    
                                          let it absorb it's brilliance.



radiance gushed from the...
altruistic.

smooth, electric, flushed pink.

long, long, legs.



take from the ambiance, circumstances.

dull with an infatuation, can't decipher

the fervor.



the allure held in the white cages diminished. 

the elegance, fascination, bloom, symmetry...



all wanted the glowing to end.

four walls,
pounds of earth.

depress her. deep. pressure,
force.

don't let her get out.
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
touch.

smooth, warm, friction.

textures, roam...

away.

the place i told you about,
the place where your mind explores.
your cinematic dreams.
you and you and you.

it's a soft noise,

static, white, sweet,
innocent,
sentimental.

you go so quickly, please stay.
i wanted to-
it's another place...

i would say you are not welcome but you know it well.
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
words around the room, soundless dancing.

clinging through teeth, 

flushed pink- 

pouty.

tell me, tell me, tell me.





so embryonic, adaptable.

considerable.



undoubtedly.



grab the bones-

miniature, crisp. 

marrow is so pleasing,
creamy, fluent.



to touch-

please don't.



push.


don't tell,

"do you know where..."

please don't.
Olivia Brown Mar 2013
you ask me to pretend.

surely, i can create worlds in my mind.

but

i can not pretend.



sadly sick,

sick, 
sadly.



my reality is made up,

exaggerated by self pity.

this could be the end,

i'm surely positive.



i feel, though.

small things.


the small things

i create in my mind.

— The End —