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They are holes in my shoes and they once were ribbons.
Etiquette
I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Drought
Drought In failing relationships We prefer our poison mixed with honey To mask the taste— There’s a sweetness in the way A fairytale rolls off your tongue-- A lie-- Because it can turn a lying man into a loving one. But your love cannot prosper without affection Without care, So never expect it to rain... Continue Reading →
Door
Door If I left the door open to the possibility That your death was absolute I wouldn’t be able to venture out into a world Where you aren’t And never will be again. The hollowness within me Would expand So deep and so vast, So hot, That my outside world would Melt. You’re only missing,... Continue Reading →
Hot Tea
Hot Tea I had hot tea the morning you called To tell me your love was gone. The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone. When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves. A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on— To stable... Continue Reading →
Pages
I've kept diaries for quite a while, And sometimes I go back to read them-- To revisit days that have passed and feelings I never understood. I can remember the day as it happened and the moment I sat down to record The events on paper. I can relive my confusion and find clarity as... Continue Reading →
Sad Girl
A plucked a petal from your garden long ago, And realized it was from a garden filled with forget-me-nots. He loves me, he loves me not. That was when we were friends, happy, even euphoric. I was glad to think I'd never be forgotten And even kept the dried thing in a jar on my... Continue Reading →
Haunted House: The Transcript
Haunted House I revisited the house my father haunts, Empty and hot- heavy with loss— Filled with old air and hollowness. My hand held a light over my head While the other ran across cold concrete And the walls of the robbed rooms, Where furniture once was. I pressed my lips-sucked the flesh within my... Continue Reading →
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Caption this character. What is his story? What do you see? Where does he want to be?
Famous Last Words 