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Smoke alarmsI stopped smoking cigarettes on the day I realized
that the more I tainted my teeth with it
the closer my lips got to tasting like yours.
The thought of our tongues; plastered with a layer
of rebellion and faulty filters,
wrapping around each other like ribbons that keep words
close-knit and silent,was unsettling.
I couldn't blink quick enough
before the fugacious images of the ways
you could fit yourself inside of me hung over my eyelids,
like a direct beam of scarlet sunlight on my skin.
You are the cafe patron I had last night;
a creeper that boils in my stomach
and floors me when I try to stand on my own.
I am the Light Weight.
I lit up today and put the ashes in an envelope.
You liked to lick the places I sealed your letters
because you could taste me.
Here's hoping my kiss tastes as terribly right as yours.
Skele[ton]You don't waste time with a body that won't unfurl itself enough
for you to caress it, savor it.
Like a carcass left to be explored by the non-particulars,
bones plucked from their hinges and sockets
until even the cartilages are gone,
that's when you walk away so you don't taste what was never meant to be yours.
You deserve better.
Not lying to you is the hardest thing I've done
when I'm used to running from myself;
when I memorized all the ways your fingers could leave bruises on my hips
and how sweet your love tasted on my tongue
just to hide from the inevitable daze that came with everything
that could potentially make me happy.
You fucked me [up]
and I'm recovering slow, slow, slow..down.
And when my head hits the water,
I half expect you to push me a little further
and half hope you'll fall right in after me.
But you don't waste time with a body that self-decays.
I'm not growing, I'm not replenishing
and I can't let you fall in love with thin air.
BioI write so you could hurt;
words conflate into murky silhouettes of people you once loved
who never gave you the chance,
who touched you in the right places at the wrong times
and whose breaths stain the back of your teeth
the way the alcohol from significant nights
stay in your system with a perpetual hangover.
I ache and you ache
and I watch you take the scars from your hips,
trying to put them together
as though a denouement would be upon you.
But you don't and never will know yourself enough.
Not the way I've grabbed you by the wrist
and shoved you into broken mirrors
so every fractured piece could change before your eyes.
Not close to how deeply I've embedded myself
into the concrete of your bones
and with fugacious memories, reminded you
that I am more and I am heavier and without me
you wouldn't love and wouldn't know just where to leave yourself at night
for me to pick you up in the morning.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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