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remington carter Sep 2016
when the moon
blinked, he saw

me, angry
but not mad. i

have stars under
my tongue.  i
won’t swallow

and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—

they are the fire
on the surface
don't wake me. i'm not dreaming
remington carter Sep 2016
the clock's tick burrows
holes into my skull. the day
goes by too slowly
remington carter Sep 2016
death is not knocking
on my door;
i am knocking
on his
come back. we miss you.
remington carter Aug 2016
cosmology teaches us
that we are not the centre of
the universe
remington carter Aug 2016
my hands and
feet are
bound;
only the shackles
cannot be seen
medicated.
remington carter Aug 2016
i’ve been
praying to god lately
and i’m not even
religious

no
scratch that

i’ve been
praying for god.
i’m praying that
god can
find a little
bit of humanity
in the humans
he watches over
remington carter Aug 2016
you are beautiful
but are you
art?
you pulled a cover over your
canvas and
shut me out.
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