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Matchstick

irreplaceable yet unnecessary leave me in your retrospect where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head or a Matchstick, maybe I'm the fire you started & couldn't put out the one you doused & the One you'll freeze without.

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150 deviations
Literature

Matchstick

irreplaceable yet unnecessary leave me in your retrospect where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head or a Matchstick, maybe I'm the fire you started & couldn't put out the one you doused & the One you'll freeze without.

Featured

53 deviations
Literature

Holes in her Skull

Her graveyard sounds (Inside voices) Strangle like when she watched as they Yanked her roots from earth's one Garden. When company comes they shut me in the bedroom with the cat. She howls at the door to be let out. I console her and make her sit quietly with me. It's not long before we are both asleep with the light and the television on. Later, mom comes in to offer food. (If I'm lucky it's spaghetti.) I smile weakly and ask for a big glass of ice water to go with it; she brings me a little glass of lukewarm water. I can hear them all talking and laughing while I eat so I turn the volume up on the tv. My cat blinks angrily at the int

Her

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Him

36 deviations
Literature

One

There are only two emergency room rooms in our hospital. That's a little unnerving, if you ask me. What if there was a massive car crash with lots of seriously injured victims? Where would they put them all?? I'm pretty sure we have got more than two ambulances even, so the whole setup makes no sense to me. Some guy is in the first room, so they put me in the second. If they bring in someone who is badly hurt, I'm sure they can just shove me somewhere else, I feel fine. Dad keeps wandering through the tiny room, as if he is looking for something. Then he sits, rubs my foot for a minute, and stands again. He's not the restless type, I wonder

Hospital

6 deviations
Literature

Hearts on Her Breath

my bottom ribs dig into the counter-top i exhale bluish smoke {wonderfully//desperatelywonderfully} onto the kitchen window both my lonely eyes search {delicately//desperatelydelicately} for your finger-paint hieroglyphics my knuckles morph into baby teeth, threatening to burst from taut skin it's not that i'm tense. it's not that i'm used to you holding me up to see out this window. it's not that all the color from my upper body is draining, dripping, and pooling    on the linoleum between my legs. it's just that i want to know in my heart that when you're eighty and you have your ruddy grandkids making carpet angel

Love

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Literature

Apologies to Apathy I.

You will find me in the hearts of the hopeless because I Made Them that way.

Life

18 deviations
Childhood

Photographs

16 deviations
Literature

Tofu Girl

why don't rich neighborhoods (boxed communities) have shattered curbs for me to slice off the ends of my toes to keep these shoes fitting right show me your borders And maybe I'll learn to read from the authentic china and titter at the boys who suit pretending that I like them because it's much easier to not feel. i've been dipping myself in wax every thursday morning since the one i sealed your smile off from this wicked world i call "home" I try to get lost in green eyes and brown ones just get me thirsty. Those are the days I wonder if you're alive; you know what I mean: the way you felt only with me? I miss your k

Collaborations

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Old

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