guard the grave
through the dark days the light nights
in my hand: a shovel, ready
for the memories digging their way up
think they still have a heartbeat
down in the soil
I sleep better I now get to
in my own bed
"do y...
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o fuck that fake moody mockup?
the one with teary laugh!
too quick feet!
etymology; from rival to flying to fall
matchstick underwater
brims over leftover feelings
burn the stage &
hope it's not overdramatic
what to run fr...
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there’s a scream stuck in my throat
lives behind the picket fence
of my gritted teeth
(I’ve always breathed through it
drowned ever since)
and the scream
like a poltergeist
destroys everything t...
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