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Four Windows.
Depression is pervasive; it gets deep into your head. It’s not a sign of strength or weakness or malignant character, it simply IS… Sometimes you just need to have acknowledged that yes, there really aren’t enough windows in this place.
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Pillbug
“I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts into his megaphone, short fat body like a pillbug all rolled up and just as smart words like stagnant water, they have no substance no ability to hurt or to wash anything away “I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts garbled speech…
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December 2013
I found this hiding in a corner (dark and damaged) where I left it to stay safe. The sunlight ripped my limbs off trampled on my fingers, nerves still raging blinded me through shuttered lids burned my eyes through lashes melted off like ice Stripped my voice and left me silent, hearing nothing but the…
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floor.
in the dark, fumbling for the lightswitch like a drunk still wiping whore-red lipstick from his crotch and breathing fumes of cigarettes and stale whiskey on the doorman as he tries to maintain some sense of dignity -the light evades, exhaustion wins the floor becomes a haven, cold and hard unforgiving, flat black tiles cracked…
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25th of January, 2013
It’s been a while. Beloved’s father (who signs his emails, now, love, Dad, which somehow makes me feel a little more okay in a very much not-okay world) mentioned recently that I hadn’t said much lately. Sorry about that. Sometimes there just isn’t much to say. It’s January. Cold and dark and fuck, what are…
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November Nine 202 AM
“I think I’m getting better,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked. “My head,” I said. “Oh,” he said, “Yes.” And I believed him, because that’s what I do these days. I still need him to keep the light off sometimes I breathe better in the dark and sometimes every word is forced…
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arthropod love song
An oldie that’s going in the new book, which is coming along nicely… almost all compiled, I think. arthropod love song you, by virtue of proximity to the dark and the flames that we tasted charred sugar on slow languid tongue won something else worm-silk, spider-silk sneaky arachnids we hid in the cracks of the…
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