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 Nov 2014 pat
Iva McCarty
Driving down a dark road, windows down, music in the background. You take my hand and kiss it. I smile at you. You smile at me. Lightning flashes behind us, thunder cracked. I do not jump, I am safe with you. The smell of rain is in the air, mixed with your musk. The smell makes me happy, excites me and anticipation fills my entire body. Spending time with you always makes me soul smile.
 Nov 2014 pat
Liv
soil
 Nov 2014 pat
Liv
I want to grow a garden
of blue, white, and gray
with butterflies and swollen eyes
that compliment a worried, aching disguise
painting on a canvas of
milk white flesh
to cover up bruises on my wrists
and hide my sunken purple bones
I bet i'll regret this when i'm alone
I want to grow a garden
of blue, white, and gray
so I can still watch you grow
when you've gone away
 Nov 2014 pat
Laura Gray
waiting
 Nov 2014 pat
Laura Gray
Waiting on your call
When I've asked
day after day
hour after hour
for you to call
for you to be there
And yet all I know is that you
and I
are miles away and all we can do is
text.
and
Snap
and
chat.
What point is there to talking
to feeling
to being
to loving
when no matter how far I reach my hand
you dash before me, my fingertips
brushing your skin.
But I can't lose
it.
loose you.
So I wait.
 Nov 2014 pat
Frederik B
Rigt dyreliv i en tæt bevokset provinsby.
Det er et svært gennemtrængeligt terræn,
så vi skærer gennem natten med vores macheter
og tører blodet af i græsset.
I dette tropiske klima tørster vi alle,
så vi hælder de gyldne dråber ned
og banker på himlens porte i håbet om et svar, på et spørgsmål vi ikke kender.
I dette forskurede etablissement
vender vi jungleloven på hovedet.
Her er det den svageste part,
der klarer sig på den stærkestes bekostning.
Jungletrommerne brager. Det uformelle netværk, hvor rygter og nyheder spredes hurtigere end sygdomme blandt divaer,
i junglen.
 Nov 2014 pat
Emily
Her happiness was measured in milligrams-
the dosage of her Prozac,
or the amount of alcohol she didn't drink
alone in her room
and the number of men who lay on her bed
for twenty minutes-
thirty, on a good day.

The lengths we will go to feel alive
when what we really want is death.
 Nov 2014 pat
Alexzandra Irvano
I screamed at my mother
until my voice hurt 
I knew I was crazy
but I was so scared
she looked at me 
like I was
her cup of coffee 
that had spilled
I’m afraid
I can get in trouble 
for being afraid
following the dog days 
when you dogged me 
in all ways 
nothing kept me grounded
I forgot about the earth
heart was electrified
need for sleep unrecognized
I walked towards 
who I left for you 
hoping that if 
I slept with him 
you'd hear about it 
you’d be jealous
when you called me
button 
you were really saying 
you couldn’t join two parts 
without my help
now you can only
text me when 
you’re alone 
unlike when
you needed me 
to keep your hole 
from tearing
apart
The day I realized that it was okay to be upset at my ex and a fight between the only person I have left, my mother, ensued.
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