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Chronicle of Two Sisters

This evening a barrage of bombs will fall to mark the beginning of the end It is currently two in the afternoon while the sisters play I am unable to tell you their names because when the score was settled and the points were totaled, they were already embraced by the rubble I’m only telling you this because I can barely Remember myself. Either they were playing with dolls or coming up with a handshake, never to be repeated It is now eight in the evening and their bellies are full for the last time Tonight they admire the constellations they vow to learn tomorrow They forget their earlier argument and stifle their laughter at a nonsensical joke A whistle howls in the night sky The shooting star flickers And they make a wish

07.06.2025

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girl so confusing - frankenstein (1931)

i don't know how no one else has made this edit or connection yet! they are the ultimate 'girl so confusing' of the literary world!

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nymphette

My body sways with the crimson stream A firm transparent curve contains my intoxicating perfume dwelling in the embrace of a long awaited daydream Feel me under your skin bloom Put your mouth on mine drunk with the pubescent glow of my eyes Turn me upside down I’m finely aged renown Your desires now assuaged Burst the hole that separates me from virtue that presents itself for a ground of seeds and you from a newly budded flower prefer to have and love for all needs

My body aches The skin that used to carry me with grace now crumbles before my sight into white The sweet taste of my lips that were plump and sweet now lumpy, sour, and obsolete My beauty is rotten the value I held forgotten You spared no expense Allowed for me to condense Your repulsion hollowed the little hope I had left insatiably Lost in the gaze of newer naivety

Now all I am able to do is cry For the red that once was

04.07.2023

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Optic Nerve

You wear a blindfold. However, your vision is not obstructed by the complications and light the world offers. In fact, you can see just fine. Your hazel eyes wince when I turn the lights on. My aperture continues to dilate every time we mirror the forests we hope to surround us. My nails sink into my cavities that hold your gaze in its faithful form. The blood that remained on my eyes drip down your cheeks. My fingers curl, holding my eyes carefully aligned with yours. You look through them and see all the beauty in my world, in my everything, and all I ever wanted.

09.16.2023

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Bury the Threads

As the fabric of carefully crafted patterns Assume their positions onto me I can’t help but marvel at the blend of expressions However, across from me lays those whose seams are untroubled Effortless and cohesive they stand While they remain, it’s natural To feel your weight shift From your legs to your throat I gaze back at my harsh and cluttered body Regretting the strange stripes, the sewn on shapes, And the insight assembly of scrap Although my eyes may deceive Your smile does not Your unusual shapes create constellations Your polka dots dance around your skin And your frays almost glisten against the sun Our fingers weave together Tightly we hold each other Just like the unspoken vow between roots and trees Whether these tears carry a name of solace or sorrow Does not matter to me Even if I was given another chance to unravel I would choose our odd embroidery All over again

02.09.2025

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Jamais Vu

The AC purses its lips Blowing its cool breath on me The leather steering wheel Softly swaying under the palms of my hands The sun through the- The sun through the... This road doesn’t seem familiar Must have taken the wrong turn

My nurse said we are going to the park I was putting on my coat Since it’s supposed to be cold today But she said we are in the middle of a drought I could have sworn it was just New Years I’ll put on my coat anyway

These two young people came today They called me grandma My supposed grandchildren brought me pictures Pictures of me laughing Pictures claiming to be me when I was younger Pictures of my presumably deceased husband Pictures upon pictures Albums upon albums Yet I still don’t know who they are

The vanishing point of the road seems It seems Seems My body feels heavy As if my bones were replaced with sandbags The scenery around me fades Into the darkest of blacks I continue driving toward The inevitable The unavoidable The inescapable Where am I going? Who am I? It’s so quiet here I can’t breathe

02.06.2020