- I hate the mannequins
of Old Navy
because they
are the perfect
plastic family
when you never
even got me that
Barbie for my 8th
birthday.
- Anonymous
names slides like raw eggs
off the smooth surface
of your windowless eyes.
runny yolks breathing into
marigold bursts,
technicolor pixels.
- Fists join in the
air rebelling
against Death,
living Young.
Slaughtering Time.
- As the night
became morning
and friends
became family,
I fell in love
with the thought
of being in love.
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