sugarless

talking is like having a mouth full of sprinkles that you can’t taste i spit them at you. shaking hands door creaks. stomps on the stairs. i want to run down them and ask what the deal is. why an attitude of a dark crimson shadow lighting a cotton candy sky. snowing. i walk in […]

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echo

caught in the echo sleep of seventh sense hungering for October, terra-cotta rugs in the closet. the acid plastic in Turkey is the dislocation of a friend. disclosure of sharp objects, another one. a finisher to the dearest, eye socket rocked and lurching. least on the list, least deserved, the endless cat forgiveness. may i […]

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