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I don't know what caused
your eyes to droop
or the bottle of sleeping pills we had in the cabinet
to disappear.
Or do I know what caused the man who
killed his wife
to stab the one he swore
"I do" to.
But what I do know is the message
twisted and fitted into our brains,
that all things happen as they must,
snap and fit like zippers and buttons.
So maybe the bride,
had cheated on her beloved
or maybe she was crazy;
and he was just helping her out.
And maybe you were created
to grab my heart and break it
then mend it back together,
all to let yourself go in the end.
Literature
A burden, curse
I’m coming back from a few rough months, and here is my first offering. A piece about my bipolar and anxiety disorder.
She cursed herself silently, like
a prayer that can only be said
in the shadows, without other
people hearing—“fuck you, you've
wasted everything, let down
everyone, you deserve this.”
Like this, she doesn’t condemn
herself, she burns for herself,
lights her skeleton on fire, ignites
her mind with the what ifs and
should have beens, all of it.
She is standing, resolute, feet
apart, a sure stance, she is sure
to break down, her elbows will
crush at the weight of all her
inhibitions, her lungs wil
Literature
twenty / something
growing up means :
bird metaphors are becoming trite / i must no longer write
about leaving the nest but decide where i can find a place to build.
like this we all pay our rents. i think about Franklin and his taxes
/ skull collector / his eventual place in the dirt / a nest of paper : currency
of misappropriated quotes.
i return home / find my poster of Che folded into tablecloth /
critical theory textbooks mothballed into the ivory of closet.
/ by home : i mean nest / or conjugal remembrance.
when i dream anymore, it’s about equity / fringe benefi
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Tinderbox
I left my deconstructed self
in tidy piles on your still-warm bed sheets,
not a bone out of place;
every piece of me sorted and stamped
so at least you’d see
what you were getting yourself into.
You gave me your fingernails;
the stardust beneath them
leaving gritty, sparkling trails on my palms
that made my hands tingle:
half panic, half desire.
I sometimes wondered how we’d fit together;
both of us quiet and awkward and luminous,
collecting kindling like belly button lint
in all our empty spaces,
just waiting to start ourselves on fire.
I hope you find a safe place to shine.
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wheeeee I don't know where this came from 
I feel like my writing style is so inconsistant like wtf OTL
I've never experienced anything like this either
Well, enjoy... whatever this is.
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OHMYGOD Why did I get a DLD on this? Oh well, thank you both who featured/suggested it!
//edit 2
Changed verse 1, stanza 2 from "Or what caused the man who" to "Or do I know what caused the man who"
I feel like my writing style is so inconsistant like wtf OTL
I've never experienced anything like this either
Well, enjoy... whatever this is.
///edit
OHMYGOD Why did I get a DLD on this? Oh well, thank you both who featured/suggested it!
//edit 2
Changed verse 1, stanza 2 from "Or what caused the man who" to "Or do I know what caused the man who"
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