still, just a little piece of something. i hope to post more some time.


window monsterSometimes you never forget your first monster...the one who hid under the bed with assortments of lost toys and dust. Or maybe it was in the closet instead, choosing to only be there when your room is dark and the shadows consume each corner, making the depth seem like an endless pit of black sludge.window monster
I had always been different from other kids. I knew that even then. That’s why my monster was a lady who climbed up through my window at night.
The first night it happened, I was racked with a fever. My mother tucked me in, telling me that tomorrow she would get me to the doctor. She just didn’t have time, she said. Most


floodso quick to shoot the bullet nearly missed with a fast quiet ruse a wall met with a fist distentigrating puzzle picture dimming with the haze crumbling slowly into rubble that eventually dismays even the optimistic person someone who sees and always does someone following the current gets swept away by a flood wiping the tears that are made slowly before they even fall inside yourself you wonder if they even exist at allflood


junkpail of memoriesi won't brace the night time when nothing is moving around stars cemented in the sky in the color of no soundjunkpail of memories
freeing space in my mind a junkpail filled to brim ignored memories litter an overflowing bin
i'm lighting memories nightly ridding something frightening wiping ash from shoulders watching lost dreams smoulder
i'm swallowing the smoke like it's a tiny little ghost swallowing myself in fear that there's no hope
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do not rescusitate.
jen
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"I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious." Ricky Fitts
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"I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious." Ricky Fitts
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"I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious." Ricky Fitts
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i find that i am a stranger to you and homeless in my skin. my wall is marked with blood spray and holes that fit my fist.
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Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door.
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