Oh.Also:
Things are kind of happening there too.
~molliemigraine
can't stand silence.Newest
bodies weakBodies weak A tempting prey To destroy VS. Slow decaybodies weak
Quivering hands dive into her teeth And brilliant rubies spill over her tongue She's ripping skin and spitting sin Can only laugh because she's young
Life is nothing Without PAIN
Her eyes are wide A splitting grin All blurs and jolts And bathtub gin
Her torso crushed, a race for breath She's a fierce face made of a creep crowd Eyes are bubbling, ears
by ~molliemigraine
put on your pretty party dressPut on your pretty party dress. Wrap up you twitching spider limbs. Twenty stitches up and down. Up and down. Round and round.put on your pretty party dress
Slip on your hellish party heels. Stop your shoulders' jumps and snaps. Twenty bones bend and break. Bend and break. Rattle and shake.
Gloss your lips and pinch your cheeks. Slough the scaled skin from your hips. Twenty hands grab and grope. Grab and grope. Tie the rope.
Pack your purse and hit the door. Bend your spine back into place. Twenty teeth cut and curl. Cut and curl. Turn to
by ~molliemigraine
teeth bared sharpTeeth bared sharp; We're savage All laps and snaps and straps But we all:we ALL collapse/relapse When there's nobody lookingteeth bared sharp
It's invasion that we're cooking But setting goals is setting traps Our dead eyes are our dead maps We want; we need to ravage
[This isn't what they'd hoped for us.]
Close your eyes, I'll close mine Their defeat is our deceit And we'll just win so why compete It's our precious one step plan
Smile; Wooden teeth in a metal man This is the friction that started our heat And the reason for our
by ~molliemigraine
"you know,""You know," she starts, her thoughts running laps among her teeth. "I never understood anyone who said that the sky made them feel small.""you know,"
The air is brisk but not cruel. The grass pricks at the back of her neck.
She sighs. "Looking at the sky makes me feel monstrous." She reaches up and her fingers close like petals. "I feel like I could scoop up a handful of stars and sprinkle them on my morning cereal."
by ~molliemigraine
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cat-burning one and a half. i cannot teach babies to speak, cannot take their lips into my fingers and impress the words upon them, cannot summon the voice with my nails and form it between my fingers like loose ripped cloth, syllables dying their tongues pink and brown as they speak until they turn white and die, legs snapping like frictionless fingers. once i close my eyes with a little palm curled around mine and i heard him, talking to me, and he said:cat-burning
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come and drown with meMy back aches where she sits on it. She adjusts her legs, her bare thighs scraping against my hips, and her knees release a sickened crack. She tugs on her bathing suit with one hand and tangles the other inside my head, pressing down. She cups her fingers and holds my hair and keeps me there.come and drown with me
The back of my throat stings of chlorine and her skin. I open and close my mouth, a guppy fish who does not understand the water. I can feel the bones of her hands, skinny, dinosaur hands, pummeling through into the uncomfortable red flesh at the back of my head. I can feel every aching, distorted bone inside my body. If I could, I would re
by ~livingcomforteagle
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take my hand. I. It all boils down to fear.take my hand.
You just watch. Your depression, your anger, your terror: fear (manifestations of, lovers to, expectations within). I know you have these things and I know what you make of them, because no one knows you quite like I do. You sit and you are afraid of dying and you are afraid of madness and yo
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I suppose I should have posted it in my journal.
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