her belly springs a leak and the liquid flows through his hands.
"i'm bones in a box, teddy."------
this is becoming one of my most beloved books. i just want to shove it in my heart so i'll have it forever; the words always there, never lost.
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features:
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell him—I am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' apple—I wonder if I could save them, my m
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
‘why do you love me?’
‘you make me happy.’
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back wi
Dystopiaif i have to go back
to that one-legged shack
with the cricks and the crack
in the wall,
i'll snap the guy's waist
who declared it chaste
'to have never loved at all'.
behind the greenhousebees thrust against nothing while dying,
little girls watch and glow with arousal.
they stay outside in the cold until numb,
waiting for someone to call them in.
hiding behind the greenhouse for hours,
mantis-still, wondering if they're forgotten.
throbbing and watching the bees die.
maritalit was a black tie affair
and of course she wore white;
her lace façade
in the red light city.
he was drunk,
and slurred promises;
i love you
but
these blunt words
and misplaced romance
was lost, somewhere between
radio static
and momentary vows.
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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