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Awake at too late o’clock
knowing it’s too late to call
but hoping against hope
that my phone will ask for an answer
Mind like a hurricane
reeling in mad circles around each eye
and never on a straight course
Hoping that I know what I think I know
and knowing I don’t know what I’m doing
hence concentric thought revs the mental gears
into high gear, propelling me down halls and into rooms
without purpose,
Forcing the flywheel that may bid me wheel away through the inky sky
to kiss the midnight sun
Unable to act, helpless to explain myself
Because four feet is a lightyear to a rock
that is only lifted up by hands
which pet puppies and feed babies
and hold my hands to stop the shaking
and catch jagged words falling like icicles from lips
that feel as if they’re dripping death sentences
when they say
“I was a monster, and still am”
You are my antidote; I don’t have to Hyde my shadows anymore
So I stay awake and light my dreams with hazel fire
and crush this stupid pillow to my chest, hating its necessary evil
hating it because
it’s not
you.
knowing it’s too late to call
but hoping against hope
that my phone will ask for an answer
Mind like a hurricane
reeling in mad circles around each eye
and never on a straight course
Hoping that I know what I think I know
and knowing I don’t know what I’m doing
hence concentric thought revs the mental gears
into high gear, propelling me down halls and into rooms
without purpose,
Forcing the flywheel that may bid me wheel away through the inky sky
to kiss the midnight sun
Unable to act, helpless to explain myself
Because four feet is a lightyear to a rock
that is only lifted up by hands
which pet puppies and feed babies
and hold my hands to stop the shaking
and catch jagged words falling like icicles from lips
that feel as if they’re dripping death sentences
when they say
“I was a monster, and still am”
You are my antidote; I don’t have to Hyde my shadows anymore
So I stay awake and light my dreams with hazel fire
and crush this stupid pillow to my chest, hating its necessary evil
hating it because
it’s not
you.
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Disposophobia
She had always kept everything. Ticket stubs, receipts, the torn-off edges of notebook paper. Any doodles or scribbled ideas, and any note afforded her by a friend were kept and saved. Not everything received the honor, but particular things from specific events did. She wanted to keep track of each and every thing she had ever done. She did so, on a corkboard encircling her room from floor to ceiling; each day had its spot, and one could trace her life along the wall with the zigzagging strings of yarn that connected each day.
She didn't often invite others into her room, for fear they might displace something, either by
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How to Sleep and Never Wake Up
The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.
That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.
That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few da
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the 'd' word
when i was seven years old, my mother, tear-streaks
drying on her cheeks, fingered her wedding band
and told me, “love hurts, sweetie,
that’s how you know it’s a good love.”
two days later, my father came back home.
he was missing his wedding ring
and when he left again,
he left a handprint on my mother’s cheek
that she carried with her even after the bruise was gone.
i grew up without a father influence in my mother’s world
and without a mother influence in my dad’s.
neither of them got remarried.
they had found each other and that was enough.
they had found each other and that was too much.
i gre
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i like how you used the Jekyll & Hyde reference. i also luv how you've engaged me into a story... very nicely done.