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What About the Things You Told Me When I Was a Child

I wanted to do it. I wanted to be ruined a small bit – truly ruined though, beyond recognition in such a small way that they wouldn’t realize they didn’t recognize me anymore, so that I could get a taste of that infinity that was always stepping on the heels of my dark shadow. 515 more words

Writing

House-hold

coming up the stairs
with all the lovers
you have had

at once
a party,
a rebels march,
a taking back,

of the creaking tomb… 192 more words

Confessional Prose