from per. 4 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Bright red roses
slowly losing
their lives.

Contained
in glass
to see where
their destroyer
made the
slice
to end
an already
short life.

For what?

For love.


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Sinking
in red velvet
comforter.

Are you watching?

Are you still watching?

Black symbols encased
by snow
on a blood red backdrop.


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I lock eyes with
oppressed dirt
on white lineoleum tiles.

Scared, shy, & grossed out.

The smell of lettuce
belonging on sandwiches
wafts down the hall.

from per. 1 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Color-covered chocolates
the size of four pearl beads,
melted together.

We're melting together

around a plastic round table,
around a game of Apples to Apples,
in the comfort of my living room.


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You fought and struggled,
resisting my wants,
my needs--your own
wants & needs.

I laid you down to
rest next to me.

I woke up upset
to a half dead phone.


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Fresh Beta Fish
sort of like a blank,
luke-warm soup,
with the consistency
of a tough sausage.
Except the sausage
consists of eyes and
fins.

from p.4 on Mon., Jan. 11th

Over the counter
     oversized orders:
"double that!"
"extra this!"

Please & Thank you
     oversized
          doubled
                extra

Under the counter.


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Sand bulges through
my toes. Every step
closer gets a little
colder as my
ankles become
overwhelmed by
sea salt.

Water gazing up from my feet:
a beautiful orange sunset.


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Cold noodles
     without flavor
and without
     color.

from p.1 on Mon., Jan. 11th

The night sky
getting darkened,

lit by the stary sky.

Closing my eyes,
dreaming of a place far away where

the sun barely shines.

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The frustration of

a car without a 

stereo.

I feel like a Twenty
One Pilots song.

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A large boat, I

jump off in an

attempt to be

like Rose from

the Titanic. In

the ocean, waiting.

But my love

never jumps in 

after me.