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Writings

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Following

Clocked Out (Remembering Coffee Cake)

୨୧˚ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs˚ও

4 min read

(Project for my creative writing class and I’m so done with it I hate it omg but I haven’t posted in like five years and it’s finally finished-ish so…enjoy maybe?)

8:00 P.M.

The linen blanket is cold. My head rests on the pillow, which is uncomfortably room temperature. There is an analog clock stuck to the wall, its face staring at mine. I turn on my side and grip the blanket with my fingertips,...

Drama

Horror

swan

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1 min read

The swan sits between the pastor and tar

With her milky feathers coated in pitch

She sits in nest; she lives as a cigar

Homeless and dirty, she sleeps in her ditch

My hospitality smokes her broken

Fowl snuffed out by the television screen

Mud is the lung cancer, yet still smoking

I’m humming at the oil chokehold machine

Paper burning the salt sores in her beak

You had to be there to see the dead...

Poetry

over the counter | week four

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2 min read

The pharmacy is a medical honeycomb

I had a cold so I told the guy

Who was really a cat, who was really a mouse

My tank was running out of gasoline, he said:

Okay, and? I said: What goes in it? He said: Let me check

Contents in Beverage*:

Antihistamine diphenhydramine HCI

Decongestant phenylephrine

Carnauba wax

Croscarmellose Sodium NF

Hypromellose

Titanium Dioxide

Benadryl Symptoms Include:...

Poetry

unfinished

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1 min read

Beezlebub, lord of the flies

here my carcass lies, the flies

sip my blood like God

sucking blood clots of Sin out our lungs

my teeth ache to sing of love

but my brain tastes of horror

so my body rots—rejected

by the liquor and lamb

graced by the Holy; the Prince of Hell

spits honey drops, they slide down my palms and burn like firey ichor flowing sweet, but sick

like the drunken goat who comes f...

Poetry

cleanse

୨୧˚ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs˚ও

1 min read

Step a foot into

the rubbing alcohol bath

Three shots of bleach then I

scrub my scalp with my

dirty soaped up fingernails the

instructions said to soak for three hours

I soak for four before I wait for four more

hours; because the number Three is evil like

the devil or the color

red or bees or mice or death or a monster

that eats people that I will become if I eat my skin on my lips which I t...

Poetry

Egyptian Ratscrew

୨୧˚ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs˚ও

2 min read

poppin’ and blowin’ hearts out

my gingham lips kiss you miss your drama

I’ll be hacking up clotted spoons

licking off the clumps while my mouth

tastes like Sunshine Yellow

Dad’s grave still smells like vodka

I checked last night and vomited on his bones

the cuckoo saw me and started laughing

so I flipped the bird and waited for him to choke on my pill prescription

that I hid in the birdfeeder

I r...

Poetry

click! click! bang!

୨୧˚ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs˚ও

1 min read

click-

click-click-bang-!

My brain is the barrel of a shotgun-

Gunpowder up my lungs-

Blood on my fingers- blood on the-

click-click-bang-!

Ready??

Aim-!

click-click-bang-!

The mud on my-

Boots is shaped like-

Bullet shells-

Ready-aim-fire-!

Aim-fire-!

Fire-!

click-click-bang-!

Is it-?

Did you-?

Bleed-?

Did you-?

Make him-

Bleed-?

...

Poetry

apple poem | week one

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1 min read

the apple tree sitting in the orchard

twitches in the wind; its bark is too cold

for the ants to crawl on, and the roots

are losing their dignity to the dirt

as the snow threatens to arrive again

and kill off the profit of the season

the last family of November comes

to peal the worth off its decaying limbs

their fingers rip off the crisp fruit

clinging to the bran...

Poetry

cut that tree

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2 min read

the sharp taste of salt water

burns my throat

the smell of fish and oil like the sound of hopelessness dripping down the drain

we are floating on a precipice

I am

drowning

in this

feeling

I drown in all

my feelings

did you know whales bloat when they die?

floating on feelings until eventually they explode

we are diving deeper into the ravine of whirring wire and concrete

_we_ are _eating_ her ...

Poetry

dear santa

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1 min read

dear santa:

this year for christmas

I want

a bottle of Prozac.

80 milligrams.

i’ve been good this year, i’ve been safe

scrubbed my hands, used all my clorox wipes

on my legs and arms and tongue

just in case

i bleached my teeth and hair and

drank the sanitizer Kool-aid so

please give me those happy pills, Saint Nick

| this one’s a bit short. I might edit it later? Hope everyone’s having a won...

Poetry