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that elusive winding staircasean escape stairway, sixteenthat elusive winding staircase
flights down, had your name scrawled
within the divide of every step, usually where depth-perception would fail me.
I'd descend slowly, imagining your palm
bracing the small of my back, stare up at the two-way mirror with a cheeky-dissatisfaction for a god's time not-so-well wasted on me -
my pious intentions.
it always seemed to take forever to reach the exit; new ailments, another list of
prescriptions from a doctor who still wouldn't look me in t
by ~metalmistress
oxygen toxicitydiazepam breath, a deep sigh blowing the storm door wide open:oxygen toxicity
I hid my eyes in your hair, coiling bones
like a metal snake, and sought
comfort in your apathetic use for me.
with lazy kisses, you made me feel welcome enough to lie down but str
by ~metalmistress
an architectural tragedyI am sad like an orphan, I am sad like expired milk.an architectural tragedy
the greatest of distances, dotted lines of latitude, the lengths I’ve promised I’d go, cannot always
be bridged. somewhere in between the waiting, spanning time like noise in the branches,
the thicket’s dead stare, I sink down and into
a reality of curdled disease.
I’ve shared space and air and sighs with those too close for comfort; a warm chair, dry-heave tag-teams racing for the sink, an erect palm waving a pride that should be mine.
I’ve had all the
by ~metalmistress
third-party amenorrhoeai.third-party amenorrhoea
A circle of women sit, crossing their legs, weaving their wrists, their ankles in and out
of identifiable strangers, all staring at the centre, assuming some preconceived dawn, some feminized
rebellion.
None of them speak; they shift weight, heavy set, saturated gazes onto one another, connected by invisible sorrows, mounted through a unified mutiny.
ii.
Sometimes desperation coagulates into a mass of furred emotion, sprouting
slime glands, antennae, and a sixth
sense of congenital failure.
There are mist
by ~metalmistress
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House-mate, hm? Sounds domestically romantic!
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