Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Lie

I do not know enough on death, only that it is much like how you've made my insides feel.
You pull apart my ribcage, hold my heart. Your lips are sanguine, your chin a moonflower.
I've been meaning to write on you for days, but there are no words.

A new mantra: No more 30 minute meltdowns in a crumpled towel on the bathroom floor.
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4 comments:

  1. Zack TaylorMarch 8, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    absolutely beautiful. wow.

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  2. UnknownMarch 8, 2013 at 7:26 AM

    so thought filled and peaceful to read. your chin a moon flower-stolen

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  3. Jake JarmelMarch 8, 2013 at 7:47 AM

    Ive been meaning to write you for days, but there are no words-#stolen

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  4. OK girlMarch 8, 2013 at 9:01 AM

    No more 30 minute meltdowns in a crumpled toweling the bathroom floor. Love it! Stole it! Thanks.

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