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With Feeling commented on the post, somebody 6 months, 1 week ago
Yesterday I woke up
and realized
that I exist.
You were sleeping beside
me,
material
skin and bones and muscles and
tendons
all breath and mass and
small movements
and my heart was beating
in my wrists and temples
the texture of your skin
on my skin
almost too much to
handleas tightly as I curled
into myself
organs tight-packed
together, bones
touching through skin, I
could not
disappear. -
With Feeling and
nichole are now friends 6 months, 1 week ago -
With Feeling and
Holden are now friends 7 months ago -
With Feeling commented on the post, charge 7 months, 1 week ago
He has this
strange sort of cynicism
The kind that allows for hope
[but not the word itself].
In his mind
he is the monk,
the self-sacrificer.
He leads the charge against injustice
and he fights the demons […] -
With Feeling and
isa are now friends 7 months, 1 week ago -
With Feeling commented on the post, shown 7 months, 1 week ago
There are things hidden
under blankets, under skin
in that space between muscle and bone.
Things that shine
and scratch;
sharp-edged things
winged things
caught in the sinews.
That is the […] -
With Feeling commented on the post, upper 7 months, 1 week ago
In the upper reaches of the atmosphere
there is a cold, cold wind blowing.
And oh, it chills the bones
and makes them brittle
and that is why we break
so easily.
When we fall from the sky
[through […] -
With Feeling commented on the post, happy 7 months, 2 weeks ago
Reaching, reaching out.
And the harder you clutch at it,
the more it will struggle
The more it will scratch at your arms
the more it will skitter, hissing, away.
The trick is to ignore it.
Then, like a […] -
With Feeling commented on the post, before 8 months ago
Before the storm, they had lived in a small red house with a small blue door and ivy climbing up the side. There was an orange cat who had decided he belonged to them, or perhaps they to him, and would come to the […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, begin 8 months ago
The imaginary gunshot slices into the morning chill and her legs are moving and stretching, sinuous. Lungs and ribs aching to hold enough oxygen.
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With Feeling commented on the post, alive 8 months, 1 week ago
As the breath rushes to escape her lungs, her eyes open as if for the first time. Suddenly she can feel. There- see how green the trees, feel how soft the grass. Everything moving together, breathing in and out in […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, fried 8 months, 1 week ago
The first and most important thing is the heat. They say heat is suffocating but this heat is different, dry, creeping pleasantly down my back. My skin is too white and I can feel it slowly cooking but the […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, dysfunctional 8 months, 2 weeks ago
And as his face contorts, seemingly in slow motion, Anna feels her lungs inflate and deflate. This will end the same way as it has before, she is sure. She makes a decision. There will be no more of this, she says […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, sustain 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Hands and legs and arms, entwined, clinging. Gasps of breath. Finger pressure says I Won’t Let Go. Don’t Go. WIlling happiness and energy and the will to live into you, but skin gets in the way. The barrier is too […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, miracle 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Oh, my fingers are searching every crack and crevice. Dust creeping in under fingernails. Plumes of oldness and neglect puffing themselves out into my face. Where is it? This is the true definition of miracle: to […]
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With Feeling commented on the post, covered 8 months, 3 weeks ago
drowning. Breathe;
under the covers
it’s always darkest
when you need
the most
light.
[They say we're naturally buoyant but I don't believe it] -
With Feeling commented on the post, key 9 months, 3 weeks ago
It sits sharply in my palm, sticky with sweat and memories, and I know from the feel that it will taste of rust and iron and forgotten things. The hard edges catch at my fingers as I lift it to my mouth, and open […]
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With Feeling changed their profile picture 11 months ago
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With Feeling joined the group
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With Feeling commented on the post, distributor 11 months ago
This word is the same as yesterday’s
maybe this place doesn’t ever change, maybe
we’re stuck in some sort of
time vortex, maybe
we’ll never escape, not until our skin is
plastered to our bones,
and then […] - Load More
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