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- Isabelle Marie at allpoetry
the sky spoke in a language of metal wind chimes
and spoons clattering in a porcelain sink - Hook. at allpoetry
I'm the asylum's linoleum floors and all the holed rags the patients have wasted themselves on, trying to clean the breached moon craters that let the diseases in. the sickness running feral like a pack of dogs engorged with - reckless abandonment. at allpoetry
details. - Road to Joy at allpoetry
all the women and girls took subtle, cunning enjoyment in the theater of twisting stomach muscles: they preached on the grace of taffeta and tiara appearances but scorned the exiled plains and over zealous swerve in looming b - The Immortal at allpoetry
We watched the billboards bloom without you
There was glass on the highways - Effortless at allpoetry
suppose this:
- Mirrors and Portraits at allpoetry
the heights were only cliff edges
limits braided, branded, into the color of my wrist - Procrastination in the Economy at allpoetry
Representatives only accomplish two things: using their gilded fists to shovel money between their throat and stomach, and constructing fragile bubbles meant to detonate. - Limbs at allpoetry
I believe in the existence of wallflowers
Looks cast down by umbrella lids - cartilage. at allpoetry
the sentences, deer spoken and smelling of peppermint, were like heated water bottle women: peach chests and jeweled, glitter hued wrists, their arms clinging to tired husbands checking the watches on their vests, and all the - skeleton in the cupboard. at allpoetry
mouthful.
- The Queen of Curves. at allpoetry
She was the arch in Chinese lanterns
The flames edged with rubies - the ground after a circus. at allpoetry
It was as if my skeleton was rolled
Marrow and joints wrapped around a cardboard center - your name. at allpoetry
This is nothing but a spurting, thumping
draft of make believe - Lackluster at allpoetry
My body, a set of cyan and fuchsia vibrations, buzzed in atomic fits, the drone of lasers and foreign saucers. Hair drenched in exploding stars, arms and torso glazed in neon barbed wire, I was sticky from serpent tongues. - The Drift. at allpoetry
. - Submerged at allpoetry
An army of black scarves came pouring, gusting
The flapping arms engulfing my forehead, cheeks, and chin - hyacinth bulbs. at allpoetry
The bruised clouds circled,
Animals snarling, hissing vertical fur, - The Slaying at allpoetry
My nails, once panther-like and sturdy,
Have broken down to the fringe - puppets. at allpoetry
We were dressed in shades of autumn and blackberries, our manes shivering and crinkling in the turbulent April winds. My palms were foggy on the table amongst the restaurant utensils and plates, globes of perspiration on the - before twelve o’clock. at allpoetry
I trickled through clouds and violin strings
smears of radiating smoke - Smoke Seeping through Floorboards in the Attic at allpoetry
I was still
A fox on a woman's shoulders - Vivien: The Sea Connected to the Ground at allpoetry
She shriveled in the sooty atmosphere
As filthy, dime gills - Mercury at allpoetry
You stood like androgynous monuments
The wit of your mouth arched - The Silence of People Living in Homes at allpoetry
The other day when we stood buying things we didn't need, steering ourselves further into bankruptcy, there was this sharp, corroded shade of guilt smeared into the joints of my bones. You always knew how to drive self-hatre - Self-Shattering Chemistry at allpoetry
Swallowed
- Between Bars at allpoetry
With the pierce of my nails, metallic and icy, I dropped you in a valley full of pale curves and hunger, boundless addiction and wild, smoke waltzing skies, my mouth bandaged over your velvet country and filled your throat wi - letters at allpoetry
I remember the russet hues
of your lithe body - The Distorted Symphony at allpoetry
My body juts through the skin of life
Pushing like a birth jostle - blackout. at allpoetry
you came, drifting, grinding, through vapors
the nude, rave drug - Flower Tops at allpoetry
I laid between the hazy spaces of grass
Thin sky-scrappers - another friday night. at allpoetry
They came to pick her off the thorns
In their navy and eggshell sheet - The End of Summer. at allpoetry
My belly is jammed:
Cigarette buds churn acid white - Wide-Eyed at allpoetry
If I spoke now, Cover your god-like face with a gasmask - Mute at allpoetry
I wished the world into a silence Not even the stethoscopes could dig beneath
