Breathing In.
Listen to this I writhe and twist against the bonds that hold me before you. I am not trying to escape. Nay; I am dancing in the scent of such blessed captivity. [Translate]
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We recycle turn-key phrases like Grandma’s trusted recipes, like bubblegum wrappers, like red party cups, like sex. But it works. It works. Because the moment is always fresh. And I think we’re only running out of things to say because words don’t really matter anyways. I’d rather have your heart, babe. I’d rather have all [...]
April 23, 2010
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives / [...] can see / At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives / Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea / [...] I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs / Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest– / I too awaited the expected guest. -excerpted [...]
April 15, 2010
An Open-Letter to my Rapist Dear AE, You ask why I’m not calling or texting or staying in touch. You ask why I’ve disappeared right before I’m supposed to come out for a visit. My answer? It’s simple, really. April is Rape Awareness Month. You are a rapist. You raped me. You violated me. You [...]
April 4, 2010
Cocooned by your cologne You steal my hands away Before these arms can Wrap around your waist And pull you close to kiss. [Translate]
April 4, 2010
It’s a raven at the windowsill. Your hand tight at my throat again, your voice screaming my eyes shut. When I’m not in an-other’s orbit, the world is desolate and devoid of meaning. Forgetting. Forget. And the forgotten. Grocery list interrupted with perfect cut-scenes of shrieks. Horror on repeat. We are mimetic. Our reality is mimetic. We [...]
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