

Laborthis is a broken fern, a frail club, her voice - smashed and halved like pencils upon the page. this is reality - or two, or three. here they vivisect, her essence lies sliced in thirds on the autopsy tray. this is a dream - they have been here for eons. etheral, they are crocuses, they are pink & fresh against the sunset, she bows to them, rigid with her meat hook spine.Labor
this is birth - this is a fragmented scream, this is grasping fists, gaping mouths, this is heat, this is mythic, and this is -
(this is deat


A Fairy Tale in Six PartsI. Once Upon A Time - (there were such things as fairy tales.) Now, they are dead. The good loses, the bad wins. And that is life. And that is unchangableA Fairy Tale in Six Parts
as this dessicated garden.
Once Upon A Time - (our armageddon did not end like this) but now, life goes on. This is to be expected, for this is not a fairy tale. Survival is just a word; so is death, and resignation; so is it's-all-over-now.
II. He has deteriorated (and she is resigned). He has fragmented into dust, varnish and pebbly sandy aches, &nbs


BoxStiff in the dark. Sweltering. The sweat is sliding and dripping down my skin, salt sprinkles on my eyelids licked off by a warm damp tongue. Skin tears. Sweat and salt. Too dark in here. My breath is invading this space, too much breath for so little air. Can't move. Can't feel. My legs. My legs? Where are my legs? Oh god, my legs, I can't feel my - Cease your ranting, silly girl. A voice, a voice in my head in the dark in the space. Oh, thank God, I'm not alone here, I'm not. Wait - weight. On my body, another. Taking my air, taking my space. But no breath, nonbreather across my knees. Hello, oh god, hello, no, I can hear my ownBox


DinosaursI see Michael Parker that first morning back. I think Im imagining him. He has the same face, the same eyes, but the scruff of whiskers is gone from his cheeks and his untidy hair is neatly trimmed and combed. We make eye contact briefly, but then a group of people entering the church moves between us, and I cant find him again.Dinosaurs
As the service begins I realize that this is the pew where I sat during the first Sunday in my memory. I remember it because the new wood of the arm gave me a splinter, and that afternoon during my fourth birthday party my father took away a plastic Brachiosaurus seconds after I unwrapped it.
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"The mind is a beautiful thing, don't let it go to waste"
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I am Jack's raging bile duct.
I am Jack's cold sweat.
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
I am Jack's smirking revenge.
I am Jack's wasted life.
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
I am Jack's broken heart.
I am Jack's @w@.
And... whoah! You're not exactly at the shallow end of the pool, are you? Well, you've captivated me with your insight and candidness and as a fellow teenager I can't wait to see what else you come up with +devwatch, friend!
Thank you so much for adding "HP: PadfootMoony" to your favourites
Yay, SiriusXRemus forever!
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Jim Duvall
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom fighting for your rights to be who you are.
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"Life has to be a Bitch, if it was a Slut it would be easy"
"I'd rather die while living, then live when I'm dead" Jimmy Buffett
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Jim Duvall
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom fighting for your rights to be who you are.
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i just need to be held and told that i am loved and i could live forever in your arms.
if you dont give into peer pressure copy and paste this to your signature, everyone else is doing it.
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