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Foster

January 11, 2019January 11, 2019 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

You built a home in your rib cage. The heart I was meant to protect. Found myself trying to fill the space. With all the things I meant to neglect. Beneath layers of skin grown too thin. Sleep all the untouchable parts. Hanging off of delicate limbs. Words that were whittled too sharp. To see … Continue reading Foster

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Acid Rain

January 4, 2019 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

I've been searching for a new skin. These pieces of me keep falling out. And I've been trying, I've been trying to stuff them back down. Put them in their rightful places. All I see are these empty spaces. But the parts of me I think I've lost, they just don't fit the same. I … Continue reading Acid Rain

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Fever Sleep

November 21, 2018November 21, 2018 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

All we carry is on our backs.Cars crashing into each other lives.We leave the same way we came in.Smother all those cracks we have inside.I wish I could bottle up your fears.Swallow them whole, every last dread.Help you feel intact again.With every last word I've ever said.Like the pieces of you aren't falling out.Onto the … Continue reading Fever Sleep

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Safekeeping

November 7, 2018November 7, 2018 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

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Afterthought

November 1, 2018November 1, 2018 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

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Absent

October 25, 2018October 25, 2018 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

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In Memory

October 18, 2018October 20, 2018 / Thought | Flow / Leave a comment

Finding my place wherever I'm lost. They say love isn't worth the pain, no matter what it costs. But see lately I haven't been the same. I've got all this pleasure mixed with pain. And fused it all together with loss. But I can't stop the bleeding, I'm running out of gauze. Pulling away when … Continue reading In Memory

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