pull as you may

Trich ordeals

[inmeumlocum]

Amla Oil

Stubby, uneven

Thin, patches

Scraping against the pillow case

Nails on chalkboard sensations

Longer today than yesterday

Stronger today than yesterday

This is how I grow

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The edges are littered

"I don't have the strength today" Pale nails are pretty And leave scars I turn over in my sleep As if I could Turn over a new leaf

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happy new year!!!!!

[inmeumlocum]

Demand

The flesh of an orange Is easily torn from its core.

The desires are of citrus. Look east and the scent is caught Wafting dangerously through nostrils Down throat To senses. A slow burn that can match Only liquor’s hellish quench.

I rise twentyfold and in the twenty-four hours in the day I am stripped and scorned By the tendrils of those Who seek a means to an end Through a wavering white body.

Peeled from the skin, The veins and flesh exposed are innocent with integrity And the sting of sweat and fingertips corrupts The wholesome sweetness inside. Ripped flesh and split veins remain eternally pained.

The flesh of an orange Is torn easily from its core.

[inmeumlocum]

When you haven’t been on Tumblr in a year And you suddenly reappear Like “Heyyyyy bitches”

[inmeumlocum]

Are we ever going to see your face?

The top half of my face? Yes.The rest of it? *Scoffs

[inmeumlocum]

Don't sleep with the headphones on

Women at twenty try to tune out the world They encase their ears in foam and the color red In order to sleep in beats and waves

When dreaming you listen to the sounds Your body couldn’t hear all along

Hear her She is dancing on a distant shore

[inmeumlocum]

Sarah

She sits on bricks and acts unfeeling As though ghosts also dance to music

She pretends she’s dull As she twirls a baton of paper

And for once she was teacher And for once you were learning

It was earnest, the way You gave friendship

[inmeumlocum]

Ambition

The young are always looking for the next rung To place their foot on and climb

They look around as they ascend And find they are surrounded by faces That they needed to feel acknowledged In the clouds In the heavens

Such heights

Little women look up in admiration Through jagged lashes And ask them if heights give glory The way the ground does

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[inmeumlocum]

You alive? Haven't seen you in awhile.

Yeah, I’m feeling a little dehydrated, but otherwise I am a fully functioning member of society. You?

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Heavy

A slight prick at the corner is enough For anxiety to bleed bronze Strong arms bear the brunt of the day Like mountain peaks under winter’s weight

So if creation can So can I

If I put my body to rest It would be empty trumpet sounds and hanging exclamation points And the way milk dries On the bottom of drinking glasses