#exit152

[reillyjams]

POETRY!!! About a boy I love

[boxdyed]

Under the floodlights

Green light on white snow

Jenny Polowski from homeroom was stabbed in the chest over and over again until her pale blue night gown was not blue anymore

I tell Carrie who wants nothing more than to get out of this town that there are much worse fates than being bored

My first mistake was leaving the porch light on. I find you asleep in the morning, organs unspooled like an eaten mouse. Too gutless and spineless to ring the doorbell

White car on blue road

They found Jenny in a concrete drainage pipe at the construction site on Ashbury hill. Angel of the dirt. Skin the valley. Eyes rolled to heaven. Artery the grass and the gravel. God-monster with cinderblock teeth

Carrie meets a truck stop cowboy and never looks back. He takes her home to New Mexico and marries her sunburnt in a denim skirt on the day of Jenny’s funeral

You take a shower in the dark because you decided to pay the water over the electric bill. You call me with the water still running and say “pick me up in 10 minutes” we drive through the new suburbs and pick houses for each other to live in. Clocks tick. Time the stew simmers. Possum sleeps on the playground and dreams of meat and potatoes. The rich kids will not wake him in the morning, they were taught better.

Blue lips on red throat

I still dream about Jenny, I think we all do. Sometimes I’m brushing her hair, or sewing up the holes in her clothes. I always ask her who did it. She says they found him 3 months ago, don’t I ever read the news? I did but I guess I expected a better answer. In court he said he did it because she was beautiful. Like a moose head on a wall. Like a mayfly in a glass of sprite. Like a feather in a parking lot.

Carrie stopped calling me first after baby number one and stopped answering after baby number two. Last time we talked I asked if she was happy, she says her cowboy doesn’t hit her and pays the bills. And cowboy junior gets to grow up wild and barefoot. I hope the second baby is a girl. I hope Carrie raises her on PJ Harvey and tells her about me and all the windows we broke at 17. I hope the sun in New Mexico is as bright as it looks in the movies.

I catch you under the floodlights at the 80th yard. Throw you over my shoulder and spin until we both fall. We walk home shoulder to shoulder. You make french toast in the morning and don’t ask for your coat back. I decide again to quit smoking before the cinderblock god-monster chews me up. But we could share one last cigarette. Yeah you and me, we could share one last cigarette.

[coffinmouth]

How do I love you? Oh, same as

always. With a key in the door. Through

an open window. A little more on Sundays.

—exit152, you always wanted it to be like this

[ldlesaun-blog]

AWAKE // nori sickels

[humaintain]

HOW RARE & BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO EXIST

there was a flare in the atmosphere, quiet & humming, & the dust choked all of us up. i wouldn’t say it was grief that held me off

from seeing you burn so completely you become saturn, but rather that i couldn’t bear to see something i can never touch to just–die.

58 minutes before we could even snatch the final signal you were already silent. & oh God, star-smelting, planet-crushing God,

i can’t believe we were here just to see a machine spark into white & silence & then                  nothing. here, for a final breath that we couldn’t even witness.

but who am i kidding? cassini, you would laugh at me. the hands who pulled you to hum would tremble,                but they would

also join you. i’m being selfish, really. yes, you were only machine but you were also our shred of hope. you were humanity, gnashing gravity

with its teeth & saying, we will not be held back by this bullshit. we will not stay rooted here, when we know what fuckery this universe

is capable of. fuck, you laughed at us, didn’t you. still, you said, sure. i’ll do exactly that. then you plunged into a darkness that no other metal 

                                                  could ever dream to know, a silence none of the skin that made you could ever touch.

cassini, you broke apart into hope-hush,                      into the proudest nothing we could ever see.

[butchcoraline-moved]

haven’t read hp in about 7 years but uuuh. dumbledore (coughs...jkr) did not need to throw harry into the abusive hell that was the dursley home! like. esp. not for the (shitty, overdone) ~plot twist~ of how they Couldn’t Love Him Cause They Loved Lily Too Much. jkr you dumb bitch. have you never had your family hate you.

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[heartmagician]

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