i want to be considered an adult eager to think & capable of thought. i want to be able to express my thoughts without having anything to fear & i want, also, to be listened to.
i have crawled and crept through life, wounding the hands i've licked, and biting those i fawned upon.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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my clothes feel too big,
& my bed feels too empty.
so i keep throwing things around
making messes on my floor
to fill in the vacant space.
colouring the carpert
red & black.
my sweetest memory lies
there, tangled & woven into
sweat-laden sheets. a thoughtful,
steady drag of cigarette;
a cloudy gaze beyond a
tinted window--recall the
shape of her against me.
her hand on my cheek, on
my neck, on my chest.
a sigh, a moan.
a whisper.
a kiss on palest skin.
& my bed feels too empty.
so i keep throwing things around
making messes on my floor
to fill in the vacant space.
colouring the carpert
red & black.
my sweetest memory lies
there, tangled & woven into
sweat-laden sheets. a thoughtful,
steady drag of cigarette;
a cloudy gaze beyond a
tinted window--recall the
shape of her against me.
her hand on my cheek, on
my neck, on my chest.
a sigh, a moan.
a whisper.
a kiss on palest skin.
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