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this line between

sensitivity & fragility.

think on it.

be it lust or coal

the sweeter end of the deal

"happy" in quotes

land i didn't know.

i was in love with how in love my parents were. when they decided to stop, i don't think i ever recovered.

i pantomime desire

blood from a turnip, love from a narcissist

is grace simply the ability not to flinch?

i buy sweatshirts on the internet in an attempt to save my own life.

"New York City Slut"

hair still grimy with yesterday's rain.

or last week's.

real

or imagined.

be it lust or coal

a line is drawn.

a line is ignored.

resentments harboured

a daughter

watching her father's house fall to shambles.

haunted arches

windows without glass

a roof full of holes

trash in the trees & all over the yard.

a sunken flag.

a broken branch.

the pain in both my thimbs becomes a helpful reminder that i was once a participant in a moment of violence.

habits of sadness & excess

rich with oblivion, fat on fuck ups

the whispers one life contains.

a line is drawn.

a line is erased.