Jas

xxi. once upon a time my momma always told me to stay on the path to grandma's or the wolf will get me, and my momma used to take thick ...

xx. i swallowed butterflies to feel ghosts flutter in my stomach.

xix. there were jewels in the coffin You told me you once saw two skeletons kissing and you whispered into my ear that you saw them as corpses, mangled and ...

xviii. she'll reach heaven one day she kept pennies in her pockets and fed them to the birds that cooed the city awake in bryant park. she would dip them ...

under my fingernails there is grime and under my eyes, there is a thin coat of coal dust that will never leave no matter how hard i scrub. my throat ...

Holy crap persy, I think I found your tumblr. You were just featured on poetry.

This sounds crazy fun! I'd love a female character if there are any but if not, I'll take the jock or the geek. :]

xvi. tuesday nights in michigan there's something about the green of her eyes like broken sea glass or a fallen leaf in nyc during rush hour that makes you lean ...

I'll probably be at the second :D

xiv. we are weak; murderers. she tells me that we're the same person because we've never had our hearts torn. we've been the ones to cut them with small silver ...

xiv. hotels in jesus there are mismatched socks littering my floor and my back is sore, the spot right between my shoulder blades, where i'd have wings if i were ...

xiii. nina grew up there are sealed envelopes that dawdle in my kitchen cabinets, under forks and spoons and sticks of incense , half burned, still lingering with the scent ...

xii. she's a dreamer there are dreams that i used to whisper to myself every night before i slept. i told myself stories of the far away kingdom in the ...

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xi. holidays in the dordogne it was easter four hours and thirty-one minutes ago and i have been reciting french numbers. une is a number of silence. une is the ...