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Pulmonary flesh congeals quietly
darkly nestled in a box of tin
a phantom organ keeps the beat
on heart strings
under a lose spring
under a bed
Next to that shoebox
full of mismatched buttons
and a thimble or two
you keep from tossing in the bin
only on a chance
you'll find a use for them again
someday.
darkly nestled in a box of tin
a phantom organ keeps the beat
on heart strings
under a lose spring
under a bed
Next to that shoebox
full of mismatched buttons
and a thimble or two
you keep from tossing in the bin
only on a chance
you'll find a use for them again
someday.
Literature
Burnt-Out Cigarettes
Smoke rings
from the corner of her mouth
she watches amusedly,
as they float off across the empty parking lot
stemming from the top of her beat-up Chevy.
pretty things
worn to cover up the bruises on her wrists
the bruises on her fists
from the fighting that she does
when she gets home.
For her life
she's fled
away time and time again
but eventually
her eyes lost their luster
and her voice lost it's spark.
A cloud loomed over her,
one with weapons made of words
and bruises following after.
He was a beast.
Her mom couldn't see through the love she held for him
after being alone for so long.
She couldn't see the trail of cigarettes
the black as
Literature
Run.
Running
Running
Running
Nothing left to run on
Desperation
Survive
Keep running
Running
Running
Running
Fueled by desperation
Life
Shatters
Running
Running
Running
Pick up the pieces
Wait
Survive
Literature
The weed
The Weed
Written 22/8/10, 3:00 AM
Time:30 or so minutes
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The Shell split. A tendril pokes tentatively forth. It feels the wet Earth, absorbing nutrients from the loam. The newborn shivers at the new sensations, as it writhes through the dirt. The pale skinned tentacle bores on, growing stronger as it moves, when suddenly, bright, radiant light! The creature is bathed in rays of warmth, awash in the glory of the natural light. The first leg of the journey complete, the newborn calls back to its brothers, and as it begins to darken in the sun, new shoots spring forth from their old home, following the path of the first to the pro
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