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That Was a Long Time Ago
We were all disembodied captured behind glass eyes, red-rimmed and leaking fluids in our creased, cupped palms sliding through our fingers to the floor where they bathed in retribution. We were all glass-eyed, blinded, captured by our wrists, bound with the long and strangling cords of their self-loathing, we were hunched over ovens, burning flesh…
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Drawing Lines
I am drawing lines on the dark in silver sparkle markers and fluorescent yellow crayons, dragging brushes through the stories that I took too long to tell, painting I am not the end of this all over everything. I am not, have never been the pounding heart, the arms and legs gone numb have never…