February 2012
35 posts
EFkbkb, I could just die so happily within your claws. My last exhale dwindling in the cavernous embrace of your skinny, boney little arms and constricting tighter with each thought. I could just literally die so happily within your claws, sweet creature.
I saw you undress, like the trees at the end of fall, in the afternoon. The sun through the crack in the window licks at your shoulders and neck. Your chest’s resilient tremors crawl through my chest and surface again with tiny leaves, reaching fingertips, to the twilit glow of the moon.
I tried to capture the moon but the thieving clouds stole that too.
I think at some point last night a phantom swept through my room in a menacing rage because all of my shit was thrown about. All of my jackets and scarves hanging on the back of my chair, my harp was tipped over, and a painting lying face down on the ground. Also, this thing must have popped me pretty good on the forehead too because I woke up with a bump.
Born in the dark.
Buried deep in the dirt,
Where the roots wrap around in a delicate swarm
Like sinew around your arms.
Last night I dreamt that a bee landed on my forehead between my eyes.
January 2012
64 posts
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Let’s make it an odd and prime number. Third. Or Fifth. Perhaps 7th. THIRTEEN. Who knows. I’m going to pick one though. I realized a nanosecond afterwards that first is unfair and I’m actually curious to get to know who is following this mildly chaotic impulsive brain wave I call a blog.
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The third person that puts a message in my ask box will get an impromptu instrumental song written for/about them and posted in tonight. I’m a bit drunk. This could be fun. Only request is a short story, fact or fiction of where their current mind is.
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