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Silent, my words wait like white nurses certainly harmless, hovering in the background; a bland tapestry with needles and frowns. They scream "Listen to me!" in all of their sterility and remain inconsequential to my disease. Blue piano if I clipped these vials off – the chain-reaction chemistry of life, music stopped –
blue piano in the back of a truck – icing sculptures white lattice skirts would laugh and flirt. Silent my words sing like the still thin silver strings of yo
by ~apple-dark
Five DaysFive DaysFive Days
Like a cat fatted on milk I recline, weary. For days this mouse of catnip I have chased, Rousing my own exuberance that I might think Its movements spontaneous; That I might have some Influence on its fate. Its lusterless eye, if I stare hard, May shed a tear for mercy I cannot grant. It thinks me an ineffectual brute – Or thinks nothing of me – Its raw hide has long since become insensate To my potterings, My harmless collared hissing. Put through trials, stamina measured By a coil of cotton which signals the game almost done,
by ~apple-dark
Telling Time Telling TimeTelling Time
Aerial view: One brilliant flash you take me over The cemetery where your coffin lay Ready to be lowered, to meet Your every expectation in every worm chewing Little holes in your flesh, you did not need them to open your eyes. You used to cry. You think I don't remember, but I do, oh how I do; My old confusion pent up in you, And how did you explain To your cupcake-four-year-old, The clothesline in the back yard, You could not. Too big, all these words; I would come to feel them all in the dark Dark you created in our hou
by ~apple-dark
Wasp HouseWasp HouseWasp House
He eyes her paper house as one in a vague nightmare; It trembles minutely from the passing of the train. The first ice has frozen the mermaid-hair grass Grown long, wild as horses on the lawn. Her winter may find him meaningless. In the bathroom the tub sags; One day it will fall through as she bathes, Snow shards of porcelain and blood. She awakens, Shaken like a drop of water from a high place. She has no womb but a hollow tube With which she may sting or lay eggs. She attempts seduction with a void hormone-driven smile; I am nothing like h
by ~apple-dark
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Loss, in five Actsi. ReturnLoss, in five Acts
Through a dark tunnel
of bent birch and cedar I walk. Soft moss on cobblestone. Home.
The tilted bird bath drips with
tea coloured rain. Vines snake up
old walls even as the sandstone crumbles.
Decaying gutters sag with sad, welcoming smiles, heavy with dead leaves and the fallout of terracotta tiles.
ii. Memory
On her lap, in the evening, swinging on the front porch chair. Humming
a lullaby, she whispers softly and
marks with a brush of her ringless finger,
magpie and minor, chicken and hen &nbs
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- Interests: writing, reading, watching ghost hunters
- Favourite movie: donnie darko
- Favourite band or musician: Kaki King, Tori Amos, Type O Negative, Bjork
- Favourite poet or writer: sylvia plath
- Favourite game: silent hill
- Favourite cartoon character: I don't have a favorite cartoon character, but my favorite comic book character is Buffy.
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