December 9, 2012

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November 19, 2012

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November 19, 2012

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November 19, 2012

That’ll do.


That’ll do.

November 19, 2012
"come into my parlor," said the spider to the fly.

i am creeping in the darkness
just out of your sight
waiting to
catch you,
ensnare you,
in my trap.

(“they die in stages,”
whisper the
friends/families/lovers left behind.)

i reel you in—
these bittersweet words and
awful-beautiful promises
make you believe in
heinous magic.

(“i knew,”
some say brokenly,
as they stare into your coffin.

"but there was no stopping it."
others merely stare in
because they still don’t believe it.
because they believed in you.)

you make excuses
three times a day and
they believe you
until it’s too late. 

(“i watched her fade away.”
"she never told me."
"i thought he was okay. he seemed fine!"
"she swore she would stop." 
can you hear them call to you now?)

you dream
just like i asked.

 (your leftovers are crying at your funeral now.)

you whittled yourself into a toothpick,
and then you broke.


November 19, 2012

November 19, 2012

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November 19, 2012

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November 19, 2012


i bled her dry 
many times over
sucked her life
from her lips
and her hair was white
as snow

you know her eyes
were filled with life
before she loved
from my lips
and her smile was empty
as hell

her bones ached
with love everlasting
love that didn’t last fell
from our lips
and her heart was cold
as ice 

November 16, 2012

Write me a novel; a romance; a mystery, a memoir. Capture it all.


Write me a novel; a romance; a mystery, a memoir. Capture it all.

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