untilI will think of you and be your frienduntil
until thinking in pantry cupboards has become a cliche and greyhounds have karoake parties in trees with their owners and cliches form cliques, huddled in cupboards ingrained with your thoughts
speak when the sky is blackYou move first a considered pause pressing on your lips verbs skip across spaces adjectives shuffle between black and white There are 47 seconds between check and check mate and 18 ways to be still but these tessellated gaps we move between are waiting for bishops and kings and queens to canter and forget to count the squaresspeak when the sky is black
a predilection for destructioninto thea predilection for destruction
space I throw words that stumble across to reach you
words that
unravel thoughtlessly and
split like rope between us
a small ode to my journaljournal sentinel of my thoughts that run across your papery skina small ode to my journal
they come to you and hide in tea stained pages that smell of jasmine and whisper as I tattoo words with a soft pencil
but mostly, they listen
and stare at me
as blankness is tickled with a memory.
available nowlove is like a bruise lurking just beneath your skin begging to be bornavailable now
tread quiet, tread deepnight is the stale scent of collected breathstread quiet, tread deep
leaving the light on in spite of despising it the almost never silent the blood and the body
hope is a half-truth hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight in the lines of your face imperfect permanence they age and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard sincere and unsent
and a memory's forever where you left it
hope
Content
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I won't rip out these pages because I swore I'd never lie to you.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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The text above was written by a robot made by an atomic space monkey.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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corporations interpret "loyalty" the way a prisoner might interpret "dropping the soap".
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