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Spoons
The girl plucks her eyes out at 18 and swallows them down with a metal spoon. It nicks her throat and tinges her words red in a way that frightens people and when they ask why it does not heal she says, “The price of truly seeing yourself is never being able to hide at all.
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Literature
wishes
Secrets get whispered at the sky every night
Even by ten year olds who don’t really believe
Because when you trace your own constellations
Your hearts bound to seep out your eyes and past your lips
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the smell of ozone at the aquarium
The heat makes the air crackle like dried leaves in your lungs as we stare at aquamarine turning to midnight blue. I wonder why water looks blue, if it's the sky reflecting off the water or the water reflecting off the sky.
Tell me, do you think it was the chicken or the egg that came first?
The ripples reflected on your face are distorted by the sheen of sweat and your snow cone melts slowly in my hand. Drip.Drop. Water both evaporates and condenses, constantly in flux.
The ice caps are melting slowly, but not always, sometimes they break themselves apart.
Your eyes linger- a puffer fish, a yellow green eel- as I push you past each tank with their signs showing off the life inside. I wonder what you see in them with your body full of limitations, covered in fine print. I wonder what they think of us with lives measured by the volume of water held in a tank.
There are 16,928 endangered species. 905 have gone extinct.
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Literature
Upside-down Philosophies
There's a girl standing upside-down on her philosophies thinking about Hamlet and Horatio and more things in life. She would ask "like what?" but all that blood rushing to her head popped the aneurism that came with the answer.
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Literature
starting
No
The convoluted twisting of time as everything unravels
What is this?
A simple question that can stop a heart and reveal the murkiness of the water
Smile
An easy twitch of muscles taking less effort than a frown but carrying more agony
Silence
This is cold and hard the muted steps apart on a carpeted floor avoiding any evidence
Goodbye
The effort of strangled ignorance when smiles mean nothing and questions remain unanswered
Understanding
The tidy binding of pieces in a swift exhale of breath
Hello
Two people sitting across from each other no less broken  
They start with one word
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Literature
Barriers
“GET OUT!”  
His words were a shout, practically a scream. I could see the strain of his muscles as he shook. It wasn’t just his muscles; it was every fiber of his being quivering as he recoiled trying to stuff everything inside.
“No.”
It was barely over a whisper and I felt a bitter laugh escape my lips before squeezing them into a tight line. He froze for a moment, pupils dilated in a rage that matched my own, and began a hailstorm of flying objects and profanities. But I wouldn’t leave, not again, not that same goddamn cycle just so he could rip himself apart from the inside and leave me with an empty shell. I lunged at him trying to pin him down and he writhed and screamed trying to get away as if I burned his skin. I knew better than that because I could help and that was what terrified him. Digging my nails into his wrist I forced him to stay still and spoke with the softest voice I could manage.
“No.”
And then I felt him shrin
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Literature
Lost
I sit atop of the world
In a garden of oceanic flowers
Born from wishes
Plummeted as wayward stars
And all I see
Is deaths shadow
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Literature
Winter
Beautiful bird wake up
So I can hear your song again
More mystical than
The silent death of stars
I await your return
Through the winding river of light
That mimics the skies above
Back to this barren wasteland
Of the garden we once tended
Beautiful bird
Beautiful bird
I await your song
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Literature
Caroline
She gets off the floor. A tangle of sweat and blood woven across her lips, the crisp taste of iron. In the kitchen are the remains of his plate. She cant remember the shatter of glass or slam of the door as he left. She doesn't really care. When the glass is cleared away she picks up an apple. Placing it against her lips she smells but doesn't taste, an empty habit. Instead she goes to the box of pills, a glass of stale water placed nearby. She no longer wonders if he'll poison her. The faint smell of sweat reminds her to shower and in the bathroom she finds the mirror cracked. She cant remember the beating but knows the blood is hers. For some reason the sight causes a flutter in her heart. She strips off her clothes and steps into the shower. The water is far too hot but the tapestry of colored scars and deep bruises are numb. She feels nothing. When she wakes up the waters run cold and she stumbles out of the bath. The fluttering in her heart is worse and it urges her to leave. She
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Literature
Little Bird
Bravery
she was my little bird
crying out
Caroline! Caroline!
into my empty soul
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Literature
Impossible child
There she is, that child. She digs her fingers into the soil gleefully. Her eyes wide they sparkle and dazzle. Everything is fascinating to her even the cracks and chips in her nails that must surely hurt. Suddenly there is a loud crack and voices in the distance. She runs, clumsily and supposedly for the first time like a deer caught in the hunt. Despite her fear she cant help but feel exhilarated. She laughs at the tickle of cloth against skin and cries at the feel of oxygen pumping through her veins. 'This is freedom' she thinks and knows she could never go back. But like the deer in the hunt the dogs are clever, they wont let her go easily. As she runs she becomes aware that they are herding her. She panics. Her movements become erratic and the need to be free, to see, to touch, to smell overwhelms her. Its to late to see the more she pulls the tighter the ropes get. The hounds are closing in. As they surround her she screams, a guttural and animalistic sound mourning something dee
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Literature
Who?
Who?
That's the question
But isn't it always?
Who
     Am
         I

Or was it
Who
     Was
         That

Or maybe
Who
     Are
        You

Who?
Its the general term for the unnoticed, unnamed, and unknown
A beautiful word that can strip
                                       Everyone,
                                                   And Anyone
                                                                &
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Literature
Promises
Are you ready?
We're going to live like we're telling the best story in the whole world
"Mommy where are we going?"
"Somewhere far, far away sweetheart."
"What about daddy?"
…..
"Honey, daddy cant come with us. Not anymore okay?"
"Why not?"
"Ill tell you when youre a big girl kay?"
"Promise?"
"Yeah…I promise."
Don't forget okay?
We're going to live so we can make dreams come true
"Mommy what are you doing?"
"I'm making a wish just for you."
"How do you make a wish?"
"You wish on a star cause that's where all the good things are."
"Is that where daddy is?"
"No honey, I don't know where daddy is."
…….
"Sweetie what's wrong?"
"My tummy hurts."
Can you promise?
We're going to live just to see her smile every day
"….Mommy?"
"Sweetie you gotta take your medicine."
"I don't wanna. I don't feel good."
"I know honey, I know. The medicine will make it better."
"I don't wanna it tastes bad and im sleepy."
"Ill get some juice okay that'll make it better. Don't fall asleep
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Literature
My Paper Mache Person
Living with you it felt like I could shatter at any moment. Even though I was the one who chose to stay I couldn't stand to watch you break over and over again. You were like the paper Mache people I made as a kid, too heavy to support your own weight. The funny thing is I never did learn my lesson and I would try again and again unable to make them perfect just like I could never fix you. Maybe its because we're both broken inside the same way mom was when brother never took his first breaths. It probably would have been better if we had never met. But, I wouldn't want to forget. Me and you we both filled our bodies with poison until we couldn't move surrounded by either vomit or decay. I'm not telling you this so you can forgive me. I knew what I was getting into when I made you laugh at the thought of hanging yourself with a shoelace but so did you. Go find someone who knows where to put the pieces and doesn't have to hold you up because I've already run away. I wondered if you thou
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Literature
2 AM
Innocent words whispered in the air. As if they could bring back the days of laughter and erase the past tears. We lay breathing in the snow flakes. Wishing the world was so kind as to freeze us then and there. But we know reality is just a second away. The sirens call to remind us of our crimes. We chose to burn down those frayed remnants of our past. As we run through the ever falling snow our footprints are a constant reminder that we are still alive. And we continue wishing that the others can take the pain without screaming. Where we failed the crystals lay shattered. The only ones we ever loved are shackled. Stuck living in a cold world we choose to run away from. The snow will continue falling. We hope it may come to hide our crimes and cool the pain of those left behind. Please don't forget us the cowards, the runners, and the ones who dream of innocence long lost.
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Literature
The assimilation ( origional )
You stand there shaking, in the middle of a crowd. You feel like everyone is watching you, pulling you apart atom by atom. When it stops you imagine you're someone else. Perhaps the blond in the corner happily chatting up those guys or maybe you're the red head dancing with her friends. The one person who is truly watching knows what you're doing and they feel immeasurable sadness. In reality, as you build the perfect defense, you become more and more trapped within a tight nit prison. In the future while less insecure you will also be less kind, the person you once so envied. Farthest from who you once where you will look back not understanding who you where and deny her very existence. All the while that one person, the one from before, will watch as you become who you so wanted to be. You will never notice them despite how alike you were. When you choose to change, to conform, they will have chosen to stay the same. In the end, they will be all the better for it.
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and the summer rain and you think
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it doesn’t—
and you don’t leave
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whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
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reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
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