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Flux by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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Flux

the cold seeps under my skin tonight like wandering hands that I won't push away: it's the price I pay for letting you love me, naively ushering you into the snake pit of my twisted mind. I'd like to stand outside for days because if I close my eyes I can pretend the wind is made of slick steel; slice me up and let the pieces soar to all the places I'd rather be. my body is a schoolyard opus, askew and painted shades of garish green, so easily molded by calculating hands and shattered with a single word; it begs for a razor kiss only reciprocated in my dreams because I'm a coward who can't even decide if I care more

Anatomy of a Distraction by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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Anatomy of a Distraction

Anatomy of a Distraction the faintest sugar coating dusts your lips, like frost before the first rays of dawn splinter early morning's icy patina of stillness and solitude; I almost want to kiss you just to see if you taste like newborn snowflakes swirling from a snowglobe sky, and to free all these words yet unsaid, tuning my whispers to the cadence of your breath. your pencil overflows with metaphor and rhetoric that surge like electron currents of the brain and crackle to the paper in scribbled words, while fingers beat a thrumming tattoo on the threadbare knee of your faded Levi's as if rhythm alone could mend rippe

Excuses by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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Excuses

Excuses maybe I'm just a failure at reading lips because yours always seemed to whisper truth even when I was deafened by techno beats and blinded by the pretentious beauty of a painstakingly wrinkled white button-down. maybe the timing was never right: we always whirled in different orbits and never cared to grasp the comet tail of red-hot stardust streaked like glitter-glue across a moody nighttime canvas; united in fear of singed fingertips. maybe I was just weary of that wonderawful word "love" and the scars that zigzag my palms like a subway map from the last time I fell head over heels without shock absorbers; si

11:11 by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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11:11

11:11 make a wish. on an old guitar with no A string and the strum of makeshift chords lingering in the air as you pretend to make music. he thinks you're beautiful, coaxes your fingertips as you caress the strings, you would do anything just to feel alive: a kiss in the middle of a crosswalk, two bodies intertwined, floatingfallinggaspingdrowning. you ache for euphony, but the notes are out of tune. make a wish. on a girl with sunrise eyes and a cigarette-lighter smile, on a boy who sold love to the smoke shop for 5.99, on your scarred palms with the ghosts of whispered plans come to nothing and dreams that die be

A Capella by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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A Capella

A Capella there will always be that one song. a song played at 11 pm on a night in may, turned up just high enough that it caresses your skin, feather-soft, hums through every vein and nestles just below your breastbone, tuning itself to the very pulse and rhythm of your heart. guitar chords, sweet as minute-old kisses, and a voice husky with longing that seems to sing to you alone. windows cracked slightly, air thick with the scent of summer, the world melted away, left this vehicular island afloat in a sea of thrumming stars, just two heartbeats in harmony with waves of sound lapping over us. i can still taste the notes

Pieces by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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Pieces

Pieces i'm a fucked up work of art a tissue paper doll perched on the windowsill during a hailstorm whoosh! there i go hurtling into the churning infinitesimal gullet of thought where stale words wrap around my chest like anacondas and squeeze death into my lungs i want out dear god kill the pain you can't hear me can you? i would be the last atheist in that motherfucking foxhole cause i'll never let you take me alive fuck the pearly gates i've gotten enough headaches from blinding white give me the dark, the velvety warm dark that curls around my body like a thousand lapping tongues and rocks me to sleep. i need an escape acetaminophen je

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Flux by sanitynvrfoundme, literature

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Flux