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WitcheryYou told me I was a witch hunt and that you’d peered at me through the drying stalks of corn when the snow fell like soft balls of cotton on my dark lashes.Witchery
You said you’d crouched in the mud, watching me carve my way through the field, my fingers absently crushing the yellow leaves between their tips.
You told me that I was witch hunt, but there wasn’t any magic in the chase. The magic was when you fell on me like a ghost, and I crashed to the earth all hot breath and panic. The magic was in the struggle, my frantic limbs caught in the quick mechanics of your maw. That wa
by ~GinnyDuhh
I can't go back to sweden, noI told you that you were my muse and maybe that was the moment that you flew from between my fingers to float over my shoulder, transparent with blue lips and icy fingers. A word on a scarp of paper once and I make mistakes too like not burning it away and instead, taking it, touching it to my lips and handing it back. I told you that you were my muse and now I have none to give this any body.I can't go back to sweden, no
by ~GinnyDuhh
They hide their microwaveIt was like an abandonment and the breaking of bread did not quell my anger. A word on a scrap of paper between ghost-fingers, they were long things, spiders that crept and wept between my own unpolished.They hide their microwave
To move forward lasted forty days and forty nights and so to move.
Accidents curried my anger and so move I like the thing that I am and so worth a scrap of paper between finger-ghosts. I will not crouch and I will not wait. 18 months of sore knees, red eyes and still forty days and forty nights so to move. It was like abandonment with less laughter and so
by ~GinnyDuhh
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by ~pseudo-manitou
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling.
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey bottle and say that making people happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job," you clarify, and i fill the whiskey bottle with glitter and kiss you until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
dead.
iii.
i tell you that i'm going to leave because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refu
by ~estallidos
I don't have to love a thing too muchdeviantID
| sto cercando per il posto dove le persone provano a capire le altre e la mia mamma mi vuole bene. anche, sto cercando a smettere a mentire. |
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- Current Residence: Italy
- Interests: I talk to a lot of strangers, and smoke even more cigarettes.
- Favourite movie: Lèon, Perfume, Amèlie
- Favourite band or musician: Beirut, The Decemberists, Los Campesinos!, Joanna Newsom, Devendra Banhart, Sufjan Stevens
- Favourite poet or writer: Sartre, T. Morrison, Faulkner, Joyce, Wilde, Plath
- Personal Quote: "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake"
- Tools of the Trade: sidewalk chalk and eyeliner.
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