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There's an alligator wading
the rasped raft of my name
in the desperate depths of the hall.
Questions smear themselves
thick and sticky like syrup
on the tip of my tongue.
Momma, I almost remember,
I almost remember, I almost--
slipped like smoke across the dark.
Grayscale curves hug the filter
of his lit Marlboro Smooth.
He drags deep a cruel calm
I can see in the crooks of his cracked elbows,
the clench of his clawed hands
and Momma, you warned me
that monsters like him are nightmares to love,
but I think he could change,
I think I could make him, I think we might--
redistribute the weight of these words
and swallow. There's steel in the slits
of his anger and he blinks, a heartbeat,
a timekeep, a threat. Momma,
I'm sorry if I'm letting you down.
You always told me not to swim after dark,
not to trust men who smile like sharks,
but it's close to midnight and he's gesturing slow
and right now the water feels fine.
the rasped raft of my name
in the desperate depths of the hall.
Questions smear themselves
thick and sticky like syrup
on the tip of my tongue.
Momma, I almost remember,
I almost remember, I almost--
slipped like smoke across the dark.
Grayscale curves hug the filter
of his lit Marlboro Smooth.
He drags deep a cruel calm
I can see in the crooks of his cracked elbows,
the clench of his clawed hands
and Momma, you warned me
that monsters like him are nightmares to love,
but I think he could change,
I think I could make him, I think we might--
redistribute the weight of these words
and swallow. There's steel in the slits
of his anger and he blinks, a heartbeat,
a timekeep, a threat. Momma,
I'm sorry if I'm letting you down.
You always told me not to swim after dark,
not to trust men who smile like sharks,
but it's close to midnight and he's gesturing slow
and right now the water feels fine.
Literature
reconnoiter
i.
she was
drunk on fire
and tight-lipped missives
and let her thighs
fly off
the tip of
his tongue
she crossed her own resolve
and let it lie
in the corner
next to eyeliner
and clipped drums
the pound
of flesh
in selective spectacle
edging out
the fear
of excess
replacing it
with dear haze
and dress
ii.
his mouth gushed
with the rush
of platelets
lush from
the cut
in his makeshift aegis
a handful
of dumb phrases
plastered on
his steering wheel,
dangerous
he closed his eyes
to escape
and found aches
his hammered hull
had never
tasted
he was wasted
on sheer page
and stress
iii.
at an ornate pace
they rest
Literature
the anticlimax
snapshot of a stained-glass tsunami
changing its mind
hanging over the coastal town
and retreating to its kennel
swimmers see beginnings
of a rainbow
its baby rattle of a roar
swarovski
Literature
voidfriend
i.
her eyes
never land.
a scape claimed
no matter how sharp
her intake,
or the orbits
aligned by her will,
or the scope
of the aperture
filled.
lips fueled
and begging
to be ignited.
ii.
she can't fight it.
cracks in the visor
and pressure leaks.
a void
asking her hand
and her peace
as the tip
of her tongue
starts to freeze.
spidered sight
and face
like a shard
divided.
iii.
"if i have to be breathless,"
she finally states,
"i'd prefer it to be by the trident."
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"that monsters like him are nightmares to love,
but I think he could change,
I think I could make him, I think we might--"
An alligator, a shark...a monster. So dangerous...and yet something calls to be fixed. That little voice that says "Deep down he's got to be good, I can find it"
I relate all too well with that sentiment.
but I think he could change,
I think I could make him, I think we might--"
An alligator, a shark...a monster. So dangerous...and yet something calls to be fixed. That little voice that says "Deep down he's got to be good, I can find it"
I relate all too well with that sentiment.