I could feel myself under your fate.

•November 19, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Bilk: Not sweet, just programmed. Tendon: How to tell you I want to see your eyes. Guff: No legal remedy. Boxing: What does she look like now? Chromosome: If it’s in me, it’s in you. Hill: Stunted conversation in a room full of words. Fled: She says there’s something wrong with my logic. Qualm: I know you don’t want to reach for me. Dealt: What do you see when you close your eyes to picture desire? Cream: A loss for words, a trapdoor. Wheel: To hear you say my name. Lemon: Submissive barracuda. Venetian: Try not to be so hungry. Slat: Chewed my lips right off my face. Wisp: Remember the reasons.

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A vampire or a victim, it depends on who’s around.

•September 13, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Stilt: Now her crown has broken into shards. Breeze: Sour dread clamps its jaw on your skull. Lilt: I will always choose the hard truth. Porcupine: Raining down into your eyes. Jury: All that’s left is this horizon. Falsehood: From the veins to the mouths. Suck: Conditioned to starve. Grout: The thing that stays in the cracks. Fleet: From the loins to the mouths. Ten: Someone knocks on the box you live in. Size: Cry because you don’t know what else to do. Irradiate: Until the color pink becomes poison whether or not she drinks it. Killer: From the hearts to the mouths. Jive: Livid, purple, a bruise. Higher: You tell her that the shame will keep her safe.

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It tells of vast expanses stretching backwards over time.

•August 14, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Manifesto: You are so small, I can’t see you. Grief: If they hadn’t been there, would you have gone? Celestial: Give them nothing and they will have nothing. Red Dwarf: You are just fuel for their fire. Just: What to do with the dissenters? Freeborn: Fight what you can touch. Editorial: I will not be in your history. Higher: To get back what you think you’ve lost, look twice. Cretin: Decide what’s right once you wash the blood off your hands. Slink: Slip the blade right under the collar. Yearn: An infant walking  without a way to scream. Paperweight: Some bad advice was taken and the consequences are all yours. Fissure: You’ll just go back to taking it out on your wife and kids. Walls: Into the shadows. Dew: Push against the hate in you with all your might.

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Wrapped in a ribbon of glass.

•August 11, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Laced: All the paranoia leads back to an inherent lack of trust. Plate: She has an accessory child. Didactic: You did many things today to contribute to your death. Opal: Unwanted, I shrivel. Gouge: Does the volcanic glass miss its heat? Civil: Tell her every day. Delay: Mushrooms will always love a dead thing. Tricks: The magic is in the simplicity. Parentage: Sin is great. Gut: How will you conquer the kneeling? Torpid: Stay away from me while I pack the cut. Kilter: Spit here and here. Nympho: Lust makes hollows. Felt: I might know. Tomb: When you leave a city in ruins you hand back your key.

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And then you turn your eyes away.

•July 18, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Credit: They must love you to look at you that way. Dot: To be held under until you don’t see anymore. IOU: Offer this as a service, nothing more. Script: An elegant solution to all the problems. Casual: I have always been open to that type of destruction. Frontage: Did you let yourself get too tired? Sickle: Forever trying to form families in the mud. Creosote: Just turn around, lady. Sire: It was unlocked until she saw me looking at it. Noise: I got along with all the parents. Expert: If you read these, you never mention it. Eclipse: Drowned in doubt, resuscitated by vanity. Scum: The joints crack under the skin, the dead man wants out. Kernel: I can’t be alone with all of you in my head. Wraith: Hover around until you feel yourself start to disappear.

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Together they both get gray.

•July 14, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Aggro: The hatred in me reflects back, I turn to stone. Science: I can’t think of how to understand the distance between us. Crush: Hobbled by anticipated insanity. Breath: Do you also feel the pull of this particular abyss? Dive: The torch songs tell of that kind of sacrifice. Construct: My mother told her daughters to get our education first because no man could take that from us. Falsehood: Crippled by concept and unable to take a step. Rigor: Flailing about for some use. Uphill: Face pressed against the glorious noise. Hulk: If you can lift your own weight you depend on nothing. Sew: All patches leak eventually. Grunt: The smallest one is easiest to catch and gets the knife first. Joke: Your opinion of me can’t be based on facts. Nun: Dreaming out the window as the water runs out. Slag: I epoxied my story shut.

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As heaven would miss the stars above.

•July 5, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Slingshot: You don’t get to burn her down. Accrue: Take it all in and spit it back out. Credenza: Hidden in the fourth drawer down, your dead twin.  Brisbane: Acclimate to the heat and the temperature is sure to drop. Valor: You can’t attack a snowstorm. Acute: She’ll spin it in her head until it’s gold.  Christen: All before you were embryos. Alarmist: Think your way well. Fasten: A light hovering just above the ground. Resolve: A visible erection in the house of God. Romance: You still apologize for him. Band: A flow through ventricles. Unpack: I didn’t know I was someone else. Blockade: Raise the bar higher and jump. Attempt: Locked in ice, you dream of Spring.

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