this is just an entrysince I'm sporadic, and I have two publics to study for
and my future rides on their coattails
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One Linersspider web wounds of vinegar and arsenic tears this backseat stench is the taste of your knees and hysteria is mute and silent as limestone screams that will eventually wear away with your rolodex memory. hold hard to your anger, child (heart, stone ; heart, stone) death is not a pretty sight and you will never die with dignity the body gives up as the soul shuts down.One Liners
by ~jeweled-miko
cold and clammy and creepyRun your fingers up her spine, that’ll work. Always has.cold and clammy and creepy
What weirdo does that? Runs fingers up spines. Like doctor’s hands, cold and clammy and creepy. And their stethoscopes, and the look in her eyes when you whisper “what would you do to live?”
Of course, she’d do anything.
It could be just a flu.
“Luke…are you thinking again?”
I look up. He says it so quickly, like a slur. Joshua, Joshua, he hates that name. I can feel the edges of my eyes fazing out, making his face a dreamscape.
“Are you seriously thinking, man? It&
by ~jeweled-miko
only place I knowI think we're addicts to disaster we return to the places that depress and nothing grows fast enoughonly place I know
I guess I meant to just drive somewhere but I hit the curve too close and she hit the seat too hard
and the delicate tendrils that encased her cerebral were snapped, even with the support and I am sorry, really
though not truly because she kept her secrets to her grave even through the voices that those monster tentacles rode along
and she always said she would take them no matter what so in a way
I was just giving her w
by ~jeweled-miko
Sleep With One Eye OpenI lose my lines At night, when the tired can takeover Hostile parking spots are filled with cars And there’s a woman crying next to meSleep With One Eye Open
Her acrylic nails are clenching the steering wheel Patent leather loosened with tears Steal the town, these heels bar your heart in This parking garage is a prison
This is someone’s daughter Tap, tap, tap on the window And smears are glancing up And flying hands are performing their act
There’s a story already formed on Ruby red lips and tears are still slipping out Cause her voice can’t manage anything &nb
by ~jeweled-miko
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- Current Residence: Gambo, NL
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