seashellsshelling up like a broken in pieces sea turtlei am floating lost in an atlanticheartbeatingshellshockedwarhammer, all my love losta kind of winter where any tears could melt against snowflakesyou are not in my waters, you live onin the, clouds, the sunshine, and i,i am not with you.
new and lonelyall the books say that it doesn't make me upand it doesn't make me who i amstill me, still me, inside a glass jar of a girlbut here i am, not a girl, but foganhedonic heart, hypersomniaticstomach twisting in my feetheart drowing in the atticlay me down in a crib, or a casket, let meforget my namewake up new and lonelysleep innocent and sadi can't seem to rememberwho i've been or where i am.
Goodbye, SkyThe day we lost the sky, it was beautiful.I had never been afraid of dying. The day my cat died, curled up in the bathtub, I wasn't fazed no, I was the six year old that simply lifted the feline into my arms, brought it into my mom's bedroom to show her.It gave today a simple sense of deja vu. I was walking through the woods behind my house, mostly to get away from the ridiculous stench that bodies gave off. My flashlight cradled back and forth to illuminate the ground, and I stayed deep inside my mind, blocking out the cacauphonous sound that erupted from the rest of the world. The wind, only high in the air, made the surrounding evergreens rock gracelessly, boughs and branches falling from the sky. Thunder screamed everywhere, though there were no rainclouds. There was only ash, and darkness. The sun was probably gone forever, however long that would be. It was dark.When my knees gave out, I sat. My vision was obscured, bothersome, with the loss of my left eye. The blood th
Boy Gets Shot At Gas StationThe lurid light of the gas station was a solitary, milky presence, illuminating the area with a neutral glow only made unsettling by the presence of local hoodlums, shirtless and drinking on old bicycles on the sidewalk. The roads were quite barren, and she was rubbing at her cuticles with a quiet temper, picking needlessly and painfully at the small pieces of skin in nervous habit.For just a moment, her eyes floated up to him. She turned her head only the barest movement to see him, and the glance was short; she was a little shy, you know. He was dressed impeccably, and he looked beautiful in the same way that never ceased to make her feel like she was full of helium, or perhaps several large, angry moths, and then she looked away.The ratty boys in front of the storefront of the gas station could kill him, she thought calmly. She wondered what would happen if they did. It would be like one of those documentaries she'd watch frequently when she was younger -- there was one about a tr
thursday august 4th 3:14 2011after living a whole summer, busy and full of societyand now being alone, in a room, that is differenti moved rapidly with time, dancing in amomentous waltz like a spinning second handi need to become a grain of sand in an hourglassthe piece that is so large it cannot fall through