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7:02 a.m.
nothing hurts when i sleep, but in waking i glare at the mirror and want to shatter
everything breakable in the room, that is
the mirror the glass over the picture the perfume bottle the teacups on the bookshelves the
rocking chair the cartilage in my hand against the ground
low noon.
once again, they go as far from themselves as possible.
1:35 p.m.
AND EVEN GOD OH YES EVEN GOD OH GETS SAD AND LONELY AT NIGHT SO
CAN YOU FORGIVE ME CAN YOU FORGIVE ME
everything breakable in the room, that is
the mirror the glass over the picture the perfume bottle the teacups on the bookshelves the
rocking chair the cartilage in my hand against the ground
low noon.
once again, they go as far from themselves as possible.
1:35 p.m.
AND EVEN GOD OH YES EVEN GOD OH GETS SAD AND LONELY AT NIGHT SO
CAN YOU FORGIVE ME CAN YOU FORGIVE ME
10:19 p.m.
palms pressed on clean cotton sheets,
she arches like a shooting star:
her spine cracks,
not all at once like the snap of a bone,
but like a branch
breaking under the weight of snow.
she arches like a shooting star:
her spine cracks,
not all at once like the snap of a bone,
but like a branch
breaking under the weight of snow.
11:58 p.m.
sleep rises up again like the tide.
Literature
Enough
My skin is pale with blinding hopes; shotty wishes that strike my sins well.
Hollow, humming wells that've never been more dry and cold.
Feeble in the wake of a Goddess
And miserable in the light of day.
Superb at his timely drunken stupor,
From where Repetition leaves one in a glass half empty;
Mercury to the brim.
Grey and dense, I am.
My mind is black with tangled thoughts; painful ideas that threaten to choke.
Twisted, twined masses of thread that’ve never been more choatic and torrid.
Anemic in the aftermath of a divine Man
And melancholic in the light of day, feeling less than.
First-rate when she consumes poison.
From where str
Literature
i wrote this last night during a panic attack
claw out the eyes of god like you deserve to be the last thing he ever sees stand the hell up hospital girl and just once take the i.vs outta your arms like you actually believe you're more than just novocain and tragedy tiger-striped up in medical tape drop your damn crutches like you're dropping your jaw and for once talk like the people who're supposed to love you will love you this time you write so scared and you speak like there's hell in your throat and you're doing everyone a favor by locking it up you tremble like you've got lilies pinned to your spine and you smile like a dog kissing highway asphalt you're inhumane self-sacrifice sk
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Last Word
Some people leave you
like metal-
cold & hard.
Some leave you
splintered & useless-
like wood chips.
Let's count paces for
each of the times we fucked up,
turn & shoot each other's hearts out.
Today I break my inhibitions
& say a word I never let myself say:
Goodbye.
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Day Seven of NaPoWriMo/gliitchmonth! 
Notes:
- This is not written out of how I'm feeling now! It's something I would have posted a week ago. I'm happier than I've been in ages. Worry not for me <3
- The first part was typed down as a vent a little while back. The second part is about dissociating so hard you leave behind your pronouns. The third part is lyrics from a vocaloid song I'm loving right now (link in yesterday's poem), and I couldn't really think of any way to convey how it sounds other than all-caps
- The fourth part was written months ago, on a peaceful night, inspired by the sound my joints made when I did a backbend gymnast bridge stretch (no idea what it's properly called)
- I'm laughing at myself because part three is just so absurd
Notes:
- This is not written out of how I'm feeling now! It's something I would have posted a week ago. I'm happier than I've been in ages. Worry not for me <3
- The first part was typed down as a vent a little while back. The second part is about dissociating so hard you leave behind your pronouns. The third part is lyrics from a vocaloid song I'm loving right now (link in yesterday's poem), and I couldn't really think of any way to convey how it sounds other than all-caps
- The fourth part was written months ago, on a peaceful night, inspired by the sound my joints made when I did a backbend gymnast bridge stretch (no idea what it's properly called)
- I'm laughing at myself because part three is just so absurd
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this poem gave me an emotional & intellectual orgasm i cannot even put into words how it destroyed me <3
you're like. undoubtedly one of my favourite poets ever ;-;
you're like. undoubtedly one of my favourite poets ever ;-;