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Crab Apple Cursefuck you and your thinly veiled words of romance,
you drop eloquently delivered entrapments
from your spider-webbed tongue
scattering soft petals around our feet-
I know if I lift the petals, I’ll find the scorpions beneath
this isn’t a game, there’s nothing but bridges
to go up in flame. you’re gone, gone, gone
something so wild i could never keep up with
an unfortunate story, my star child, but this
cycle of nightmares and sweet fixes
can’t just keep fixing itself,
honey, we’re crumbling,
leaving behind memories and dreams of
magic in hotel rooms in the middle of the night.
a promise is a diaphanous thing,
and every time we get close to a raw spot,
a connection more than carnal
a film covers my eyes,
a dissociation with our take-and-take arrangement.
when the hell did I ask you for promises?
I don’t want your sunspots licking at my vision
MonsterYou’re just a demon who laughs inside my head
I’m gonna look into the dark of you
until I blossom like a bruise
I’m gonna tease out hidden parts of you
until you use every excuse
to explain me away
I’m gonna go ahead and sink right in
I love to watch you shiver
as I spread beneath your skin
I’m gonna eat you up, sweeting
claiming more of you until
I’m in everything you see
I crush you from inside
I kiss you with my scars
I’ll gobble you up and everything you love
You’re a rat caged by my ribs
your freedom is my choice
Wear me like a badge or a like a hidden tattoo
regardless of your choices, I’m a part of you,
I’m gonna live in the dark part of you
and you can’t tear me out
as you suffer my bulk
in the fragile frame you are
When you bite your lip
do you taste blood?
I’m in the iron and the mud
when you pinch your thighs
do you feel me then?
I live in the red marks on your skin
You’re a pain t
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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