Wrapping me up.
Cocoon of sticky bars.
Silver. Matte.
Covering my mouth.
Binding my hands.
Gooey. Cold.
My eyes free.
My ears free.
Bound. Unbound.
Ripping it off
Hurts.
Breaking self free
Stings.
But it is good.
And shall be.
But you.
Somehow you.
Keep sticking.
Keep holding.
Keep wrapping me up.
Put down the roll.
Asshole.
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Tinny tastes, ringing on my tongue.
Chewed-up cheek, saltily oozing blood.
It’s hard to swallow the
Load
Of
Crap
You’ve just spewed from those pursed lips.
So I spit
It out
On the floor
And move on.
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Such the girl
Am I.
Stuck in this
Come Nigh.
No release
In sight.
Such the girl
Stay I.
Take it in
Don’t cry.
Fuck that noise
Say I.
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Cunningly, the brain hides the heart from what it wants most, only to later make excuses for why it is alone.
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Yes, split infinitive. Suck it. ;)
Clear sky
No clouds
Hint of green on the nose.
Open
Stress-free
Hint of clear in the eye.
One look
Brow raised
Hint of quick in the brain.
Sharp breath
Deep sigh
Hint of warmth in the hand.
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Intertwined
Dancing
This little step-by-step, mincing, toe-tip display.
Woven
Weaving
In its interplay of tangled words and hands and feet.
Waters
Testing
The subtle nervousness for what might come to be.
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Dribble
Dribble
Drip.
So clean the water seems.
It cleans the things unseen.
Halfheartedly, fingers flick, wetting the pristine floor next to my feet.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my body does a quick-freeze.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
Three last drops ooze from my palm to the floor, through finger slits.
I smile to myself, accepting it all and knowing the truth, bliss.
So clean the water is.
It cleanses even this.
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(lyrics)
Pick, picking up the broken pieces.
Put ’em in your basket, slung on your hip.
Fast, faster, twisting in the sharp wind;
Needling your heartstrings until they’re ’bout to rip.
Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.
Stick, stick to them guns, boy!
Closing, slamming, barring doors from such a slip.
Past, pastoral fields of such unjoy;
Familiarly, achy-ly, fingers breaking their grip.
Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.
Prick, prickly needles in the eye;
In the head, they go poke-poking at the softer bits.
Sick, sickeningly sweet, soft, and goodbye.
Paused, pausing too long, the tape breaks and that’s it.
Analogy girl
Twirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Plodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one is the last.
Analogy girl,
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
Analogy girl,
Sticking in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue,
Bringing present to past,
You never knew
This could happen so fast.
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It’s strange.
This
tangly, jumbled-up mess of new;
glittery, spark-shooting buzz-crackle;
soothsome, calming wash of serendipity.
It seems
unfamiliar.
It’s not
like
pasts of fire, searingly hot, scorching my skin;
grasps of need, filling black voids that life had worn thin;
hasps of blame, hating self, welcoming pain in.
It is.
Just
so.
It is.
All
it has to be.
No more.
No less.
It is.
This.
Mess of new.
Glittery buzz-crackle.
Soothsome serendipity.
This.
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