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Backwards

Flaws.  And the flush of speckled skin. 
My throat closes off and I break.  
Dead men keep breathing.
Mourners heal quickly. 
Eyes open, reset, and we begin.

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Nature

although I am alone I am afraid
though i do not fear the lean creatures that roam, I fear myself
I’ll let the moss intoxicate me and our together DNA will braid
but humans are gleefully destructive
I'll rip and I'll tear, dry the bubbling springs, fell the towering tree
I am uncomfortable being surrounded with such life, such beauty
and that is disgusting

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Lies and Other Faults

Yesterday, I lied. 

I faked a laugh and
g  r  o  a  n  e  d.

In fake satire, 
but that was a 
lie. 

I fake a lot of things:
-regret
-happiness
-completion
-sympathy

But darling (another lie), I did not feign affection.

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That Day

The sky was tucked away behind dripping cherry trees.
Muddy gardens, minds raw
I pretended I was in the city.
Imaginary words, towering numbers.
soaked to the bone.

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Loops-Ocd

Your name rolls through my mind like molasses
Tugging and scraping along the surface of my brain
Those six lucky letters nag and drag me down
The way I eat, the way I walk down a flight of stairs
I feel those six letters watching, analyzing, critiquing
To think! Such utter misery born from such a beautiful memory!
Nothing can stop this broken record now
Not time, not fate, not God himself 
can stop this ugly sound.

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Stress

Is it stress that brought the lovers together?

The rattle of nerves, translated into gentle touches?

They pretend not to notice what's really going on, but his hand won't leave her knee, and her fingers his wrist. 

A couple of breathless seconds tick by.

"Accidentally" comforting each other.

But there's no need to worry, no need to fret. 

Because
          it's
             all
                just
                     stress...

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Circuitry

My buzzing, humming, whirring gears have stopped. The manual doesn't have a chapter for this. Warm hands brush away my hair, and the circuit boards spark. Wires glow with electricity, and I gladly overheat. 

I'm losing control, and the circuits override,
Error 404

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Neatly

Hairline trigger is how I’d describe my mind.
My thoughts are slippery and reek of formaldehyde.
very neat, very clean.
dangerous.

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Two

"A cardigan-wearing wolf.

A not-so-innocent lamb. 

Inches away--yet

the air is still.

The wolf feigns concern

the lamb takes the bait.

Innocent lies, 

innocent touches,

but the wolf's mind is full of

storms."

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Someone

You know, you've got eyes like coffee and a face full of stars. 
I tried to show you my quivering hands, and my ragged mind, but you shoved them away. 
I tried to show you someone who is broken. 
You don’t want broken, you want shiny and new, bubbly and bright.  
But I want you. 
Not in a weird way, but in a ruffled up hair, and pancakes kind of way. 
I want your arms wrapped so tightly around me I feel like I’m suffocating, but I’m using to holding my breath when you’re around.  
And even though it’s sick I want you broken down and sobbing, so that I can hold you tight and whisper soft things to you. 
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