Kylan wrote:popping your empty smiles
like pills.
I love these lines!
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from under the blinds,
I see the sun – you can't hide it
(staple-tooth, sticker sweet:
punch me another day-stamp, log me another time-card.)
chimneysweep wrote:handprints on the glass, the mildewed panes,
little sticky whorls and constellations, pulled away,
a rubbing of tilled skin, ghostly lines, like intestinal worms,
strung out pearlstrings, hot with your chest warmth.
the red, the fever, slips across the glass – rouged, pasty
and the sexed shadows, the incubated strip and tease,
you can feel his hand on your back;
don't go out tonight.
his fingers travel, thick, cankered.
he is hairless and pink, like a hatchling,
mouth disjointed and pried, the earthy tongue,
the squeeze in his smile, the worm tilts, gulps,
slippery segments.
the air whittles at your nose,
the sky swarms, provoked wasps, complex steps and mazes.
(somehow, the grains are already
in between my teeth.)
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