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Triscuit Jan 2018
The glance when you turn your head.
Electricity forming in the sockets of my eyes.
You feel like a blanket freshly pulled from the dryer.
The static undying.
I play coy.
Nervousness never known by me.
I feel the escape in your lips.
I feel inadequate.
You never fail to please.
Soft in nature.
Baby, be kind to me.
...
Triscuit Jan 2018
The help has arrived, but they don't wear an apron or a coat.
No hats, no starch white collars.
The help came from inside of me, deep down in a place that I could not see.
The help came from a person I didn't know I was until I looked back and tapped on the glass, watching the fishes dart back and forth.
The help loves me, the help wants to see me succeed.
I was always the help. I was always the key.
If you look deep inside, and crawl around on your hands and knees... The help is inside of you, too.
Set yourself free.
Help lies deep down inside of yourself. Sometimes you can't see it.
Triscuit Jan 2018
My emotions are like a pistol in a holster.
I've kept them seated for weeks, trying to convey a maturity.
I don't need you to turn to, and I grow a little each day.
Change is hard, but our vignette was harder.
Chapter by chapter we grew more climactic.
Drama begets danger, and the ringing sounds like shrill bells, each one screaming a letter of your name.
I put on my headphones and get to work.
I will undo the anger I've seen, you can't drag me under.
Healing is a long process and doesn't happen easily.
Triscuit Dec 2017
Our eyes make acquaintance in the dim light of the car.
I search them for a person I once knew, someone different, someone not you.
I see a familiar glare.
I want to test your patience.
I want to taste your soul.
Two different bodies with the same paces.
They make your intellect into copies.
Not the same, no.
The differences are obvious, but the intrigue stays.
Love.
It always comes back.
No two people are exactly alike... But love starts out the same.
Triscuit Dec 2017
The invisible weights cast their impression on my ankles.

I walk in breathless silence.

I can no longer extend my hand to the fingertips once there, now consumed by creeping vines.

I turn back to see the clearing empty, your shadow is gone.

The weights become lighter in time.
Time heals all wounds.
Triscuit Dec 2017
I feel the proximity of the ground escape me.
Weightlessness weighs heavy on the soul.
Afraid to be enraptured by the temptation of sinless pleasure.
There is no sinless pleasure like the way the ocean breeze kisses your face.
And you follow the shells dotting the coastline to a forgotten treasure.
The strangers fade into granules of sand.
The noise dies into a whisper.
Raptured by the tide.
Hiding from the crowd.
Meet me by the ocean side.
Let us rapture.
...
Triscuit Dec 2017
The departure, sullen and sweet.
Parting ways thoughtfully, only to obsess.
I've got errands, I've got my things.
Recalling your pupils I suppose...
Maybe it wasn't just dim light.
But I will not know for a very long time.
The twilight absorbs me, ******* me into the dusky void.
I return to my path and begin to walk.
At last we talked.
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