graciefaye

graciefaye

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ragged on my soul, never good enough to see the other side or what this side really means, I'm flawed, yes, and I know, I can feel it in my guilt and in my bones, but you seem to see the necessity in reminding me of my worth: less.

beaten and tossed like this body is a vessel at sea and the sea gods don't like me much, ragged like so much seaweed and rusted like so many ancient hulls.

I'm just going to keep thinking about you and your chest, bare, and your dick, also bare. Because that is the only way I can distract myself. I think they have a therapy for this... Dick. Sex. Therapy.

lucky

Lady, baby, you have no luck; we knew that the day you swallowed your toothbrush whole.

there's a fold in my stom -ache like I'm being held together by clips for paper for my nausea.

these words are nothing but socially accepted symbolic letters and i am nothing but a secretary at her typewriter copying

boa

boa-constrict my insides, tight, like i'm falling apart, like i'm breathing too much, like you never want to let this shit go because you don't even know what is still to come

stick

stick like strong like our tongues like sharp like sticks and stones and bones that break under the weight of every word we wish we'd never spoke like hate like love like sorry like never like never.

wrong

if you want to be the wind then come sweep me up and run through my body, hot and thick or cold and frigid. i just need you to breathe into me. my lungs are caving.

wrong

Maybe what I did was wrong. I felt awful every time. I even cried, like, seriously, I wasn't happy. I wasn't really happy with you, either. I just wanted more of you. I wanted to Anis Mojgani you. You want to be the wind.

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writing since 2008 · 34 entries · 30 days shown up

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on this day 18 years ago

Grace wrote about wildflower
“twirling. spining. hair flowing. amid the wildflowers. more beautiful. than the weeds. collapse. deathbed of unruly flora.”

the words Grace reaches for

headaskingwantinghairbloodconstantthrowinsidesthankswallfaceskinkisswrongwindgut