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i will have himwith the calluses
of his touch an atlas a
whisper to my skin.

the harbinger.let me feel those areas
your parents don't even know about

flesh and flesh, he said

gun cocked
to the temple of my thighs

hair a coal
and eyes high on powder and hunger.

he said
i am the closest thing to suicide
the god of turned-over sheets
and cold fingers pressed to backs
ghosting ice over all the right places,

that can give those airs
into the oxygen-less areas
in your chest

a gasp that wracks your deepest bones

a drug
to choke on
fingers down
your throat.

contort with me
and break to the breath
of these bones,

your knees to your rib cage
your ankles clicking to mine
arms stolen to spines
your frame lodged with mine

cocked ti

in the end, we will always burn.sometimes i wonder what is it like
to be close to things that aren't
meant to be close.

i imagine things with straps at the collar bones, worded at the releasing snap-
cages under shirts a thrashing mess pounding against my temple
alive only when there is hunger playing in our ears so loud
all you can hear is the verbal silence of bone on bone.

SOMETIMES, i imagine it speaks a crescendo of exploding monotones
over leather and the darkness a facade over of our skin:
thighs swollen into what i think is a golden spine under my fingertips,
a strange voice filled with murmurations coming through the black
ready to fill the pregnant silence of

virginswhen i asked you
you told me you died when you first had sex,
which i thought was funny,
until you asked me how many bodies i had.

a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.

2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part o

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_{I found that being a little optimistic about my future makes me much happier. (: Hope you might think the same.}

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~axdreamximagination Dec 20, 2010 Student General Artist

Like times one thousand

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~Homerios Dec 20, 2010

oh ok. I dig, I dig.

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Mood: Wow!

~achromatic-elan Dec 20, 2010

Definitely applies to my wanting to be an architect someday. Thanks~! ^^

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~MenacingSky Dec 19, 2010

This made me happy! Thanks for that!

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~RaineDrops18 Dec 19, 2010

Sweetness

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Mood: Joy

~shebeast2 Dec 19, 2010

excellent

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~NightWitch55 Dec 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

agreed.

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~ZJSB Dec 19, 2010

This is win.
Period.

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