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JaymeBelle wrote about the word crew 2 years ago

The crew in her hair were merely illusory.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word: transport 2 years, 5 months ago

I had nothing to think about, so I put words in my mind about how the transport in London was just covering up for route taken between worlds. And for a little while I could truly believe it.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word: railroad 2 years, 5 months ago

Trains run both ways.

JaymeBelle commented on the blog post junkyard 2 years, 6 months ago

Well, I met you at the junkyard, you were looking kind of pale. Wondering if any of the colours matched any of the books that laid on your bed. You said look after me when I’m lost, it’s hard for me to make sense of things, when all my feints have fallen and my mind [...]

JaymeBelle wrote about the word siren 2 years, 6 months ago

Tired of living my three different lives, all this noise like a constant siren in my head feeding me more reality than I can bear to take.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word serene 2 years, 6 months ago

Imagine everything, tiny composed bedfellows and interrupted dreams, disturbed by my onliest desire for a scalp-born feathering. It may have occurred to me to leave this serene sight, this portrait of faucet water and rindless fruit, but I remain here instead, lawfully, past this dark.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word bear 2 years, 7 months ago

Bear with me, bury your neck and chin so I don’t have to encounter somebody brooding over my shoulder. It is so isolating in these wastes, far from any place or person I am fond of, so we journey quickly from one place to another to avoid enduring such sorrows of the skin.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word watch 2 years, 7 months ago

I can’t tell the time, it confuses my insides.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word motel 2 years, 8 months ago

I sleep to escape her, because I can’t keep burying her in the garden.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word divide 2 years, 8 months ago

Books in rows with speckled spines, crooked perhaps, and all with missing pages; they are now scattered all across the mahogany floorboards which grace the deep divide between your feet and mine.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word chuckles 2 years, 8 months ago

My lungs have disintegrated, and
it’s about
time, but then you press your
fingers
into either side of my lips,
creating dimples.
They give the
illusion
of a painless existence.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word pouch 2 years, 8 months ago

I know this place, it’s located near my hip and if I want to, I can put anything inside it.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word stroller 2 years, 8 months ago

he walks with his hands by his sides because they weigh about as much as his leaded heart.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word trees 2 years, 8 months ago

There once lived a tree who was unlike all the other trees in the wood. His bark was knotted and gnarled like the face of the moon and his intentions were of a different nature.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word cheek 2 years, 8 months ago

And we grow fat on the charm of cheery cheeks, seen ominous, seen grave.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word moon 2 years, 8 months ago

Solemn to touch, like a mouse in a liver of paint, training its self to scream.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word moon 2 years, 8 months ago

Solemn to touch, like a mouse in a liver of paint, training it’s self to scream.

JaymeBelle wrote about the word bleak 2 years, 8 months ago

Illicit, damned for the moment. No goodbyes, no solid air, no feelings left in her bones, or any that should would find from then on. They were hollow and rigid, probably from the lack of oxygen she felt pouring from her leadened lungs, heavy and subdued, misunderstood in so many ways.

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