March 2012
february.28.2012
you beat in my blood like ancient love. my skin screams for you. your selfish eyes enclose on me, you lace us together like a corset. the outline of your body wakes up on my sheets, you’ve even taken the opening flowers of pooled and broken blood vessels at the base of my neck when you leave. even the scent of you in my hair is gone though you spent all night asleep with me curled in the...
“I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is...”
– Jeanann Verlee, “Communion” (via fleurishes)
February 2012
love is...
I do it for my health Nobody feels me quite as much as I feel myself Max Normal: The baddest public speaker, Sub-funk from the aether, to pump through your speaker Play, play fans you chose the wrong pot to piss in You work for us, man. Here’s your job description: Love us more than anything in your life We don’t play games, drop names, pull strings or bite Ask nothing of us save...
“it seems I must love even you
easier loving the pretty things
the children ...”
– Lenore Kandel (via terramantra)
february.26.2012
i hold my ribcage often. how do i keep you far away? i want to be safe. the sap within the branches of me may come pouring out. it might turn into syrup, or amber. you may wear it, you may show your friends how beautiful it is. but i fear becoming something you wear. something that you could forget to slip on in the morning, that could tumble down the drain, that could be misplaced. i keep my hand...
