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 Jul 2019 Jess
Tyler
Lockbox
 Jul 2019 Jess
Tyler
Insecurities

All fit for security

To our own frailties
We all have em and everyone has the right to keep them to themselves my friend
 Apr 2019 Jess
Charlotte Cullen
****** I got my jeans wet.
I am always so careless.
But just because you are aware of your affliction,
Doesn't mean you can fix it.
(Despite what they may tell you).
I will wear them anyway.
 Apr 2019 Jess
Charlotte Cullen
Fido
 Apr 2019 Jess
Charlotte Cullen
The silver screen makes it seem
Like Fido is the quintessential American dog name.
Fido, what a strong
And mysterious name.
But I have never met a real life Fido.
So what was the birth of Fido?
When was the death?
I should like to meet a Fido.
Please stop naming your pets Oreo.
 Mar 2019 Jess
Tyler
Untitled
 Mar 2019 Jess
Tyler
I eat a petal off the flower
Of the flower of your love
Tangible,
Edible,
But otherwise forgettable
 Mar 2019 Jess
anastasia
chronic
 Mar 2019 Jess
anastasia
her skin is jaundiced, quite like the color of the sky before a storm
if you look at her long enough you can almost smell the rain on her skin.
her ribs are not unlike the rungs of a ladder.
once delicate fingers have been burned at the touch of acid and bones have been made brittle.
her nails are jagged, each impacted with crescent moons of soil.
the digging is ceaseless.
she is searching for something she will never find, something that beacons like a lighthouse on the horizon
a sign of safety but blinding when you try to take a closer look.
she slinks along the edge of an unremitting chasm,
dancing with the devil throughout the evening,
but the night draws on and she comes dangerously close to stepping on his toes.
her rhythm is wrong, the metronome is feeding her lies,
but she is greedy and devours them all.
the gnawing inside her returns.
to sleep she goes, under the spell of the guilt washing over her like the sweet, sticky air of the summer, as the gnawing inside takes over.

— The End —