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Dusk settles as dust and cloaks her in tangible vulnerabilities.
Clavicles creak like weary attics, where molting untruths rest.
Anemia is giving more than you've got.
(That's why I am wasting away.)
Sea glass is nothing more than sugar-coated catastrophe.
(I can relate.)
We're all teeming with gust-flavored doubt, which is really too bad.
We should learn from the rain-drops, grappling and eloping on cheeks and chins.
In the end, everything is okay.
Clavicles creak like weary attics, where molting untruths rest.
Anemia is giving more than you've got.
(That's why I am wasting away.)
Sea glass is nothing more than sugar-coated catastrophe.
(I can relate.)
We're all teeming with gust-flavored doubt, which is really too bad.
We should learn from the rain-drops, grappling and eloping on cheeks and chins.
In the end, everything is okay.
Literature
schizo
i wanted a proposal on an airplane
yesterday, that was a good day;
with your stomach making a sound like
a tinny orchestra i wasn't so afraid of
demyelination.
you told me, let's stop fighting
all the rainbows are yours
but they were hidden under your nails.
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last week we watched a movie about numinous storks— a girl and her legs
in tandem, the way they moved
like dry cells of the sun. eyes,
red and dreamy between the
spaces of the sloughed long year
which have watched the heterochromic you
ever since she was told
"beautiful, you make the sun come down"
and the heat gave her a dry mouth
and the rain that fell was a s
Literature
Camisado
In a double dream, I must spell out the storm:
how the half moon spoke in reams
of folk lore, pipe dreams that tore
the sky in two. How the walls
began to blister and you, sister,
took your place beneath my skin.
We met stargrazing, your eyes electric,
lacing your lies, your intricacies,
like a cat's cradle. And I, stumbling, stuttering
on in a maze of scars. My modern morphia,
sister scarecrow, I'd follow you to the depths
of my chest: to the mumblings and fumblings
of my heart in the dark. To deceit and defeat
and the great empty longings beyond.
For this, this is how
the camisado begins: with broken people
under a broken st
Literature
nervosa.
an empty girl with
empty eyes
and a sandpaper
smile.
her meals never
stop
because they never
really
begin.
the mirror defies
her thin wrists
and ankles
and suddenly,
she's not hungry
anymore.
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Wow. The way the last line managed to contrast so starkly with the rest of the poem and yet retain the same tone/mood is fascinating and beautiful. "Anemia is giving more than you've got" is probably one of my favorite lines in there. It's so simple but hold so much feeling and meaning. 
Would you happen to know the bands Manchester Orchestra or Iron and Wine? I have a feeling you'd like them (or at least their lyrics).
Would you happen to know the bands Manchester Orchestra or Iron and Wine? I have a feeling you'd like them (or at least their lyrics).