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hundred-year pinetrees, so protective,
big brothers
holding vigil over the grave of lost siblings,
the little cabin in the woods.
shielding their brother's fallen bodies
from rain and wind,
a bright flash pulls them down,
down atop what they cherished.
crumbling cabin,
collapsing under the weight of brothers' love,
crushing the heart of the home.
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hold this against me.
i extend my arm and trace
lonely roads along my veins
that disappear like
highways in the night.
i shake my bottle of light
beer that i can't even stand
the taste of but drink
anyway because i refuse to
let myself have anything
stronger,
and i think about that bridge
across from my college, over
the ravine, and how much i
want to fly.
"oh, that rebecca," they'll
say, "she was a scholarly girl.
believed in the impossible. set
her goals sky high."
that's me—the idealistic one,
the naive one, the one who
chases what she knows she
cannot have.
i set the bottle down,
draw my legs up, tuck my
arms into the crook between
them and
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Palms balmy with chlorophyll
I would clench lighter fluid between spider print finger tips
Palms slick with perspiration and adrenalin
Cheap liquor to give us a mediocre buzz
Watered down whisky and crumpled cigarettes
We'd slink into broken down kiddie parks, quiet and unwanted
Kicking our legs to the skies in an attempt to life ourselves off the earth
But wax melts far too quickly and a nosedive into the earth's core
Seems strangely appealing, I guess we're the kids parent's warn their children about
I can hardly doubt them, we are patchwork masochists
Finding solace in flowering bruises and cross hatched stitches
Pick pocketing pennies
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There was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
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