skin taught hipbone to hipbone like the skin of a drum as my fingers play the keyboard of my ribs,
digging deep to pluck them like boomerangs from the corset of my chest. stomach like a cave whispering lies that echo in my bones.
there's a vortex in my middle
that i refuse to feed,
a blackhole that only grows.
(but it doesn't seem to know that i've forgotten how to be hungry).
the empty echos the ice in my heart and the empty in my head.
the countdown has begun.
(caged rabbit heart is dying slowly).
and i know you'll come again soon. you always do.
there is a dead songbird in my chest,
and its wings are clipped and laid to rest.
Curled around alpine legs and caught
within hollows and inclines of pale skin,
she carries her endless winter always.
It settles upon frosted shoulders and
caps heavy-lidded eyes, clinging close to
the darkness of each snow-flecked breath;
lingering above cracked lips and the
remnants of a long forgotten warmth.
But darling, don't we deserve each other?
(She'd been Spring's child before Winter's whispers.)
so turn on your charm and let it shine by DamagedHomewrecker, literature
Literature
so turn on your charm and let it shine
weed my bones together and you can
find out how to write only
the most beautiful love stories
with the most tragic endings because we all breathe
when we can't. and you are so full
of sunshine and fireflies and mooncandy and i
want to braid your skin around me
like i am a cigarette or neon lights or maybe
even a cat scratch. we could forget the roses bleating
beneath the streetlamp that doesn't flicker anymore
and i could be the victim
that i've always aspired to be and you,
you would never love me
even as new york screams that you do.
and oh, you really do.
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Watcher Contest - Win Points + Features + Thanks
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come morning light, you and i'll be safe and sound by DamagedHomewrecker, literature
Literature
come morning light, you and i'll be safe and sound
i've got my head in your lap and we're watching lady and the tramp and i've been so incredibly happy lately; i haven't been mad in forever and i'm just laughing with you and i've been thinking about him a lot even though the anniversaries never get to me but this year, it's getting to me and i'm not sure why, and then you say that one sentence, that one perfectly sharp and barbed shot, like an open palm slap right to my face, a lightning strike, and i wrench away from you, shocked and startled and hurt.
i cannot even look at you.
and you tell me you're sorry, a lovely round gem of a stone, and i know you mean it, but
i cannot even look at
bite your spine
and break your lip
count the dead stars lining your axons
but don't bother keeping track
just go back to the beginning every time
one, one, one
split apart like apple halves
the seeds couldn't germinate
and everything became decay
even the full words
which was more of a surprise than the empty ones
toughening up
but you can't find the right combination
of lifts and squats and numbers
to rid your mind of what you were or
what you are-no it's mostly what you used to be
you don't know the worst
let's run through the hot deserts and look for living fossils of thylacine gapes and devil's laughter. we can close our eyes and find seaweed tucked between our toes as the corals weep like willow trees beneath the full moon sun. we can brush our fingers through the sand and leave our footprints on trails unmarked otherwise. we can sing like the wild dogs climbing in trees and we can wonder aloud of vibrant fruits breaking against the bricks of our teeth.
i can feel adventure itching along my palms and buzzing beneath the skin of my neck. i need to chase through the stars as bats call for dinner. i want to sleep when i'm dead beneath the rai
i am a welt
scarlet inside a baby's mouth
the moon scavenges my back
i believe in lost causes
in midnight texts from old lovers
in wishing on dandelions
raw as swollen knuckles
lyrics taper my knees
giggles slope my shoulders
i will not leave
i will not run away
you may be mighty
but you will not win
blood slavers your smile
i believe in lost causes
in whispered comets
in me