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carelessly i tiptoe across balance-beams with skinny legs that quiver as a new-born chick and breath that falters and stammers and lurches to the floor. this is the antithesis of my life, to be so perfectly unbalanced.
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Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
Literature
ghost
You're pale like a ghost
You're not really here like a ghost
I can't see you or hear but I feel you like a ghost
You make me want to, you make me want to give it a go
Give it a smoke,
Cause I'm addicted
I want to go
To your city
And give it a go
'Cause I'm addicted to you
My favourite drug
My favourite drug
You haunt me like a ghost
Everyday the things you show
To me,
Your words are beautiful
I can't stop
Feeling the cold
My love for you will
Never get old
It will stay behind
like a ghost
Give it a smoke
'cause I'm addicted
I want to go
To your city
And give it a go
'cause I'm addicted
as you
said I would be
my
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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by commas i meant punctuation in general. 