I’m tearing down postersfull of words I no longer believe,and the pictures while fadedwill still stay with me long after they’re gone.Rain drenched streets look likeconcrete mirrors texturedwhere water fills gaps in the gravel.It unravels the same wayalmost every single time.We get on the wrong pageand can’t tell if it’s her world or mine.The laughing […]

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There’s an empty field of dying grassthat looks a lot like hair when wind movesthrough it, and the people standingin it forget the reasons they’re all out therein the first place.She wore necklaces made out of cat fangsshe collected from where they all would get put down.The people worry they’ll go crazy and overwhelmthe town […]

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I’m not nostalgic for the days when thingswe’re different because I know deep downthey weren’t any better.I can just picture what it felt like in the presentalmost instantly in spite of all the yearsI haven’t even been there. I like the statues in the cemetery and howthey try to make the place seem sort of […]

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Radio Silence

She wasn’t listening to anythingbut had her headphones onso no one tried to speak with her.They were the shitty kind so shecould overhear the loud talkerssitting near by at this lounge spacein the center of another dying mall.A woman, picking flowers upfor a party no one she knowsis invited to, is locked in conversationwith a […]

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I don’t know how it happened,but when I replay it now I seethat I have always been the onewho should be blamed.I never learned or listened when they told me toand I will always do the things I know I shouldn’t.I am a disaster in the center of a larger onethat I’d like to think […]

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