#existentialbullshits

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Natural lite

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Creepy, crawly progression only apparent with reflection. It’s itchy to create something so close to home.

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A product of trying.

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Holon(s) - 2018; The self critic - a crippling sensation; abrasion by words, laceration by belief.

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Forgotten leaves frozen like tongues to naked metal trees, as March suspends in the air. We stole glances at each other’s rosy cheeks in the sanctuary. I was the dew dropping on the lawns when the sun melted over the horizon, leaving impressions of naivety on broken, thawing blades. Safe beneath the sheet you whispered words in threes, and my body screamed. Did you know what that would do to me? I wonder how many times we used window panes as sliding doors and window sills as porches to enter the space between each other’s legs that we called home. Your little brother turned thirteen and you waited that many minutes to celebrate me in the basement. I wonder how many times I cut my heels for you, and how many times you made me bleed. To you my body was a home, to me you were a sanctuary. 

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Senses swell, a stream that sweeps seamlessly across one torso that bends and breaks bruising another. Bodies built to harbor hearts that  throb for each other. Throats crafted to swallow, consume - but choke instead on the mess that is two handfuls of flesh, charred and beating for the other. Burnt by smother; a single salty drop stained by blush. A caress, a touch, a cut. Scars bleeding from the mouth of a lover, an other. You’ll pry apart an artery to be a romantic martyr. This is an homage to the  damage that is feeling too much. 

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ache!

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Uh, knees.