Soft GoodbyesI would dig holes in tough soil daily until it began to freeze every year when the frost started and left little crystals on my dirty window that I imagined came from a special land in the sky that I just couldn’t see.Soft Goodbyes
We dug a hole and buried the tamagatchi because it was aggravating.
You bought me a necklace that our mother actually picked out and paid for, but you were young then. A rose charm sparkled until I lost it in the ground.
We made mud pie. Don’t you remember? We didn’t tell what was reall
Some Kind of LanguageYouth has broken free From my left ventricle And made its way To my left brain.Some Kind of Language
I need something That exists in both My body and mind. I can’t even imagine What that would be. Words.
Bleeding while This archaic language I can’t quite hear Pulsates in my veins Under my wrists.
Those in my hands start to fatten And I know it’s time To get my head right side up. No matter how much I love Drawing a face on my chin And letting blood rush down.
How much I love Playing chinikin
Vein
exhaustion
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"you can't eat books, sweetheart."
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Didn't know you had a dA page; will watch you back. =]
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