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Molly Sep 2014
The energy is back, do I
The energy is back, do I
follow, follow, fight? Do I
frightened, frantic, flee?

There are flurries in my chest again,
there's a storm between my ribs,
do I raise my flag and charge,
or am I just a snow drift?

It's hot and cold like everything
its silver, gold like wedding rings
its an ache like endlessness
that follows me sleep, I am

dying out like autumn leaves and
springing forth like summer trees and
God refused to answer me so
I will go to meet him.

Leave my cabin, burn it down
build a new one out of town,
open up my veins and let the
wind come rushing in, and then

I built a fire in the dark and
dove into the middle, knowing
smoke would choke me, flames would burn
but I'd be glad for going.
Molly Sep 2014
This time I will fight with friction;
WinterFear is no affliction.
Ready or not, you frigid *******,
here I ******* come.
Molly Sep 2014
There are trap doors everywhere,
under the rugs
covered by the mossy earth,
there was one in your bathroom, did you know?
One day I used your expensive shampoo,
the one that smells like lavender, you fop,
rinsed off, stepped out, and
fell,
thought, oh, this again.

There is a trap door at the coffee shop
in the alleyway between the buildings
where there are murals and bad graffiti,
where the university students come
to smoke and talk about Marxism,
but they still haven't noticed it. It's covered
in dead leaves and beer bottles and cigarette butts and
yesterday you stood right on top of it,
I saw you, and you talked about the nuclear potential of Boron
and you'd sweated through your checkered shirt
but the door let you stand, the door
didn't want you yesterday, because...

Because last week I let it take me instead.
Recognized it right off; I've fallen through so many
they call to me now, and I stubbed out my cigarette
stood on the door and I
jumped up and down, rattled its hinges until
it yawned wide open and I felt the cold,
and the winter was howling for blood down below and I
set my hands free to grasp frantically at time,
let my hair whip my face, falling body resigned to
the dark dankness of another misstep
I took willingly.
Molly Jul 2014
Lay it on thick, thicker
Go ahead and
spread yourself out.
Cut off your limbs and arrange them
to spell "HELP" across the sandy shore.
Burn all your flares at once
and scream with all the blood you have left,
"PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE"
Molly Jul 2014
000
Idle, idle, idle
All time is free time.
Empty, empty, empty
I spilled my life by accident.
Vacant, vacant, vacant
My stare is full of wasps.
Zero, zero, zero
Heartbeat echoes, open chambers
Closed.
Molly Feb 2014
May the timeless I,
the perceiver
immortal
be parted from form,
from body
temporal.
Molly Jan 2014
Remember what it was like
Not to try to **** yourself
With a cigarette
Every time that paper touched your
Lungs?
Remember what it was like
To just
Enjoy it?
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