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they're all here, buried
in slightly shallow graves to plague me
when i'm just waking
i thought i crushed them inside my
trash-compactor chest, dear, but you know
i've been lingering and they've been rotting
away inside me, just eating,
the greedy little bastards, and you know
it will never stop
this cycle of bones, walking talking skeletons;
and matthew i will tell you that you are the only one
but there are always more--
matthew, you are the only one;
i suffered through your wordless accusations in silence,
dozens of them, and i will suffer through dozens more,
i promise you, before these years are over
but there is a gap between my memories
and there is a gap between the colored version of you
that i look at every day without seeing and the
rusty, rotting statue that comes out at night to throttle me
matthew, it was always ever you but now there are too many skeletons,
and i can hardly tell which ones are real and which ones are not
in slightly shallow graves to plague me
when i'm just waking
i thought i crushed them inside my
trash-compactor chest, dear, but you know
i've been lingering and they've been rotting
away inside me, just eating,
the greedy little bastards, and you know
it will never stop
this cycle of bones, walking talking skeletons;
and matthew i will tell you that you are the only one
but there are always more--
matthew, you are the only one;
i suffered through your wordless accusations in silence,
dozens of them, and i will suffer through dozens more,
i promise you, before these years are over
but there is a gap between my memories
and there is a gap between the colored version of you
that i look at every day without seeing and the
rusty, rotting statue that comes out at night to throttle me
matthew, it was always ever you but now there are too many skeletons,
and i can hardly tell which ones are real and which ones are not
Literature
I Mean to Get You Alone
You have sharp
pulse-elevating teeth
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles
specifically crafted
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you're steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you've
forgotten that I
don't watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
crash style
mangled limbs
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
expired
you're leaning in and all I can think is
I don't have insurance
Literature
Spelling Counts
The line read:
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Literature
OCD
I count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Alwa
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This was basically my life junior year. Text me if you wanna talk. I know how hard things can get.