brynzealous
Skin peels. Like lemons and limes. Giving a new shape to the days we once saw as ours. now they are just mine.
What are your days now?
Are they fresh or sour with memoris
At odds with herself, she looked out over the wreckage. It was a mess that she had created. She didn't like what she was doing, but oddly enough she couldn't stop herself from twisting her fist around his heart. Trying to push her luck.
She needs to stop
back in the stacks. you were supposed to be shelving books.
i was studying
or at least trying to.
however distracted by trying to fit you eyes into mine.
back in the stacks. today
we had our first kiss.
belonging where it always used to be.
back in the stacks
shuffle, shuffle
repeat.
the little old men who shuffle down the walk.
they stare at my mobility
as if it were divine.
one red thread ties all my thoughts of you together. They are scattered. And I miss you. But at the same time. every breath you take towards me. pushes me into the past. into a place i'll never be again. so the one red thread will become many. the thoughts will separate. and dissolve
the bones fell out of the closet.
confused
she bent down to pick up an ancient femur,
as if it were a toy.
there they were all 206
of a human being long forgotten.
he pressed the cigarette to his lips.
Holding it there, taking it in.
Unlike people and children and dogs and cats,
the cigarette and the boy of 18 understood each other.
they understood that the boy needed to eat ash.
and that the cigarette needed to burn in hell for all it had done.
she walked out of the cabana naked. She had been Marooned on this beach for 40 days.
her spiritual journey was complete.
she spread her arms wide to the heavens welcoming the breeze on her breasts.
She could breathe here.
she wore her past like a cast.
it was heavy and itched like a bitch.
Every little object brought on a memory.
and every memory made her stomach churn.
the stems of the roses were stiff in his hands.
He gripped them tighter. Holding on to lost hope like a mother clinging to a child.
She was the monkey on his back.
The one he could never shake.
Suddenly the stems felt soft. he dropped them. Exited the subway. And went home.
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